When the sun first touches the lake’s ice at -15 degrees Fahrenheit and vaporizes it
“I’m going to Jackson. I’m going to mess around” Got to spend a weekend in Jackson NH in the White Mountains. Staying in the Eagle Mountain House, est 1879. It was like living in a New England novel. This picturesque small town in the mountains was like stepping into a snow globe.
I decided to put my bird in the air to watch my city’s fireworks show from my backyard
The only thing I look forward too for Xmas. Decorating my black tree
Blood Moon 22 from start to totality