I wish my cellphone camera were a little better — it just can’t do justice to those snow clouds among the peaks in the distance.




I wish my cellphone camera were a little better — it just can’t do justice to those snow clouds among the peaks in the distance.




Credit for the name of the mountain where we live goes to my girlfriend; I named the house — “Winterfell.” I’m naming a lot of things after “Game of Thrones” this winter. (Because it is “Coming.”) Remember I shared a picture of the vestigial remains of shack, in which only a strewn roof was still intact? That I dubbed “Craster’s Keep.” And I am starting to think of Lynchburg as “King’s Landing.”
This was only the initial powdering last Friday — of course the snow became much heavier that night.





Judging from the things pushed or upended, there is either an angry ghost in our attic or the cats are flying into a goddam nightly roid rage while we sleep.
I’m not sure which scenario is more disturbing.
Then again, I’m not sure which scenario is more disturbingly awesome.
Poster by Georges-Antoine Rochegrosse (1859-1938) for the première of Gustave Charpentier’s Louise at the Théâtre National de l’Opéra-Comique in Paris in 1900.





DC Comics. (Variant cover for August 2009 issue.)

December 2016. These woods are among the Allegheny Mountains, along the Appalachian Mountain Range.









These were taken just after Christmas. The last and nicest shot was taken by the lady of the house.








