Look Through My Window, To the Street(s) Below

Still “Winter Isolated” here in northern New Jersey, this morning I captured this image from our window, reminding me (obliquely?) of the classic Mamas and Papas song of forlorn love in the 1960s, here. And yes …those are still our trees in the foreground!

Thanks for viewing, and maybe even listening. Comments are always welcome. M 🙂

 

 

 

Summer’s Bounty – The Painted Shells of 2017

 

With close proximity to the beach, and the ever energetic pleasures of five grandchildren, we come near the close of the summer shell-painting season, with a generous and most satisfactory yield. 

As usual, click on the image for a closer look, and thanks for viewing. Comments are always welcome. M 🙂