I grabbed the point-and-shoot when I went for a run this morning in one of the nicer areas of New Rochelle, north of New York City. Old houses and older trees.
Soak ground with a foot of snow melt, add a few inches of rain, drop in some high winds, and Mother Nature whips up this casserole, reminding us of how small we are.
There but for the grace of Gd go I. The sirens are wailing and the buzz saws are screaming…
