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  • I am attracted to Mother Nature in her raw form and also in the many forms we erect using her raw materials. Stone fences, stone walls, whatever you call them, attract my eye, and living in New England, you can't swing a lobster without hitting a stone fence. (Pardon the tortured cliche.)

    I love driving along the windy roads in my neighborhood of narrow roads and stone fences, of dense patches of forest and beautiful gardens of flowers. We have a few dairies and some horse farms out here too. Every morning I drive through this pastoral countryside until the houses get closer together and the road widens and the traffic builds as I hit the highway to go to work. It's a temporary immersion into city life just for the day. Coming back home is like relaxing into a warm tub filled with fragrant bubbles. Ah... home. A three day weekend is tantamount to a mini vacation, and I am grateful for it.

    Nine more hours to go before I leave to start the weekday cycle again.
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