For Early Risers Who Wish That It Could Be Morning All Day
I have always thought of my Montana home as being the ideal writing environment — quiet, comfortable, scenic. But this newfound winter perch is not bad either, especially when combined with the long beach walks to help process my thoughts. My brain needs all the help that it can get.
Cleaning up my act for 2019 (in baby steps).
They have a great permanent produce stand here in New Smyrna Beach.
2,800 miles through snow, ice, wind, and traffic to get here. I wish I enjoyed the desert SW as much as the Florida coast since it is so much closer. But alas, I am a hopeless son of a beach (or so I am told).
A Craftsman “designer” duffel bag full of summer clothes, beach chairs, an iPod, sandals, Ray-Bans, sunscreen, Thomas McGuane’s The Longest Silence: A Life In Fishing, and a bottle of “bottom shelf” rum (just in case the book is no good). Fully accessorized.
Turning off the lights and heading south.
Merry Christmas to all!
3:45 in the afternoon—one day shy of winter solstice—and it almost looks like sunset.
This is a capture from the webcam of The Raven Bar across the lake.