monday

It's not fun to go out. It's OK once I'm out there. The snow crunches beneath my feet, and the ice threatens to send me flying. Truthfully, it's not that cold. The sky already has a tinge of color, very faint.

Lots of white,I make it black

The guys are willing

Sunrise over Citizens

A plow chunked the iced snow off the sidewalk

Doors of welcome

The marvelous intriguing James Rose House

Ridgewood Architectural treasure

I missed the bus people again.