There. It has taken an inordinate degree of focus, but I’m feeling finally settled back into my Goose Creek life. I have lists of my lists of to-dos. My house is in order from an intentional point of view, at least. Now, I have to do.
As I said yesterday, I don’t have very many pictures at all from the New England excursion–the tamer part (no shrews involved) was going my last night there to the Hudson River Shakespeare Festival at Cold Spring. I took the Nikon, but didn’t get much of a chance to use it.
Here’s a grab shot taken just as we got there and a minute before the first call to be seated–fortunately, in the shady if still sweltering part of the large tent that served to cover the main “stage”–the dirt floor of the field in which the event took place. Click for a larger view.
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