So much for a happy ending.

Of the three churches at this intersection, this is my favorite.

This morning, I am filled with longing.

It’s just not right that a place so lovely would be this cold.

I blame it on the wind.

It’s a joy to be outside.

All around me are old buildings with new names.

I should know better, but it feels like spring.

I stand under this massive oak in a fine mist.

What a way to start his ministry!

I’m glad the sun is slightly veiled this morning. 

Solitary tracks in the snow seem a fit visual for our times.