Wednesday was incredibly stormy and wild.
It was almost dark by four o'clock when I took the train to New York from Pearl River for the first time.
I don't know whether this water is a lake or some river I have never heard of...
These pictures are astoundingly pink when the day was mostly gray with light fighting to break through the clouds.
Something haunting about bare branches......
and the mysterious water.
Just for fun, I have decided to post my little children's story Jane in Winter
a chapter a day here
The first chapter appears today Friday December 3rd.
