Every winter a group of artists retreat to the deepest Adirondack woods. At Camp Fowler they revel in the silence that only comes with that sort of cold.
Tenor Guitar Tuning Nob
Tenor Guitar Tuning Nob
-10*F But the sun still shines
Sub-zero Morning Mountain & Cabin
Frosty Milkweed Pods
Blurry Tenor Guitar Strings
Bark Aflame
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Looks icy cold and exquisitely peaceful.
It was! I did a little knitting & writing while there, too. The muse always seems to flit about in that nook of the 'Dacks.
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