I'm Not Sure What Happened But Here We Are

The last time I wrote anything of substance here (or elsewhere) was November.

Truth is that November was the last time I did much of anything that involved creativity.

I think I went into a seasonal depression of the winter kind once October ended even though my seasonal depression is diagnosed as the summer kind.  Strange for me as I usually enjoy winter but this one was brutal in more ways than one. Bitter cold with none of those sporadic mild days that give a reprieve - just the kind of relentless cold that settles into your bones and stays there.

And then the most terrible thing: my daughter's fiancé got into a horrible car accident in January that left him broken up, in ICU, several surgeries and an extended stay in the physical rehabilitation facility that he's still in which has been a very extended endurance test for him as he heals. All the while watching Sherb maneuver his doctors, insurance, and every other thing that got thrown at her was heart-wrenching. Life as they knew it might not return in the way they were used to but they're getting through it.

As for me, it's hard to go off and be whimsical and creative with the level of stress that came with all that going on.  But we've rounded the corner, healing is happening, and it's time to exhale and get back to living. 

One of my greatest passions involves anything having to do with a camera - picture and video taking.
Taking photos of old houses and barns was, afterall, the basis of my photo art for Land O' Make Believe.
I also love making videos and back in the day when I was really active with my photo art business, I

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My February 2026

My January 2026

Delaware As The Frozen Tundra

Greetings from the frozen tundra of Delaware! I sincerely hope you're keeping warm if you're in the middle of this freezing weather.

January was quite the month - my future son-in-law was in a terrible car accident and has been in ICU healing amidst the multiple surgeries he's had to have. A genuine nightmare situation but I think we're past the worst of it and, as I write this on February 2nd, we've got one more surgery to get through and then on to the recovery/rehabilitation stage.  Thank God.  

Then there is the weather situation.
A massive snowstorm came through the east coast on 1/25. We went up to NJ to stay with my daughter so she wasn't alone through it since her fiance is in the hospital. 
I don't usually mind snow too much. I like when it snows a couple of inches, just enough to make things pretty. 
This was not that kind of snowstorm.
It wasn't the pretty kind, it was the scary kind.  For one, it was bitter cold. For two, it snowed heavily and then changed to freezing rain.  Hours of freezing rain.  My anxiety went through the roof because I'm severely claustrophobic and being stuck in an apartment with no chance of leaving badly triggers my need to escape.  For example, I once left the house and drove off in the middle of a tornado on the ground very close by because I was afraid of the house being hit and getting trapped inside.  I am aware of how foolish that was. Phobias mean the absence of logical thinking. 

My December