I haven’t taken a picture worth publishing in about 3 weeks. I am in such a slump. Of course the weather has been really blah. We have not much snow and we have a lot of drab brown dead grass showing
Friday I went to Boston where I helped celebrate the death of an old friend and relative. We hadn’t really been in touch that much. We had been boyhood friends and had been close while we both lived in Bangor. We had mutual friends so I always knew of his condition in life and his health. So I wasn’t surprised to hear of his passing. He was only 68. Only a year older than I.
When something like this happens old memories rush in. You reminisce with those who gather. You survive but a piece of your history gets ripped away.
To Barry Lieberman…I wish you a good journey.


