Blizzard 2013

I was grateful to have woken up warm, with power - my kids around the corner on the so-called Katama Line, not so lucky - and was happy to bundle up and head out the door, for art's sake, you know. At 7am it was still snowing, blowing, and bitter cold, with nary a soul save for Peter and Brad, the ferry guys - God bless brave and sturdy men - and a couple of plows and a police car. Happy to be back home, heating up the griddle for French toast.