I am not sure how many make it to the humor section at the bottom of each post so I am putting it on top this week as this is probably the funniest cartoon I have ever seen. The strange humor of George Booth of the New Yorker -
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Winter in Acadia, Maine's National park where we have gone probably two hundred times in the last eight years. The day was overcast and most would say it was downright gloomy but to my eyes it was as usual, a wonderful day. Most of the park is closed for the Winter but for us and other "locals" access is never a problem as at least twenty percent of Acadia is available if one knows where to go. The Ocean Drive is always open for a short stretch which is where the first two photos were taken. The rest of them required walking around the car barriers and going on the parks barren auto roads or any of the carriage roads. The thirty miles of carriage roads are always off limits to cars and Lee and I walk them often all year round.
"And don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter.
It's
quiet, but the roots are down there riotous. "
Rumi
A lone seagull stands Winter vigil on a broad rock
Admiring the handiwork of the Author of the Season -
The wonder of snow etching the shoreline
In ways to make any artist jealous.
I came across a strange sight,
a woman trying to hold an animal on her head.
It fought valiantly but lost the battle.
When coming to a fork in life's road,
A decision is required ....
Take it or not is the question.
Walk number 150 or so on the Jessup Path,
a two mile loop that has given many pleasures
over the years that keep on adding up -
filling memory's notebooks to overflowing.
A scene I never saw on any of avenues of New York City.
Desolate?
Not as lonely and forbidding as New York City Streets
unfriendly, and unkind in the same "dead" of Winter.
The trees of all the Seasons
have become my friends
full of many stories and advice
at any time of year.
All I had to learn was to stop, and listen.
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Until next week, Peace, Bill Lagerstrom
