Tag Archives: getting old

Remote

Winter imposes many physical limitations upon those of us who live in snow and ice and slush and cold. It has its compensations. (#1024) Continue reading

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chipped paint

The cracking paint gives way in patterned flakes revealing dark bones of this weathered porch. The last coat I laid on I hoped would last, but again undress it with a blade and torch. The naked wood has beauty but … Continue reading

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