Winter Settling Moon
Snow again, the red bark of the lodgepole pines, the green of their bows and the white of the snow against a gray sky create a scene out of a Charles Russell painting or a Zane Grey novel. A lonely cowboy, horse staggering after a listless herd of cattle, might emerge from between the trees at any moment.
This New Year’s day is quiet. We had cold shrimp, brie, crudities like jicama, carrots and celery. Peaceful here. No noise.
A fire tonight now that the refractory glass has been seasoned. Continuing to read Goldsworthy’s Augustus.