Wishes for a Happy (and Peaceful) New Year.
To all of you have who followed and supported this accident of a blog, and our work in The New York Times (a sample, here and an index, there), we wish you safe and prosperous new year.
I’m home for a few more days, with writing to wrap up, and then will be heading out into 2013, for more of the same.
ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHS
The Shed. This is where the work happens when in the states, though at this moment, not too long back, we had fired up the wood stove inside and remade the place as the no-fire zone (read: Dad sanctuary) for an evening snowball fight with the kids as a wet snowfall gave the town its first good covering of the season. The night’s quick accumulation had the added benefit of covering up a nagging carpet of wood chips from all the maul-swinging that’s been going on around here since the hurricane. Those chips and splinters and bits of shattered bark need to be carried and spread on the paths between the vegetable beds. Their mess harped for attention each day. Then the snow came and hid them from view.
And the play began.
We wish this kind of peace to the lands and the people we cover. 
And will be back with resolutions tomorrow.

Wishes for a Happy (and Peaceful) New Year.

To all of you have who followed and supported this accident of a blog, and our work in The New York Times (a sample, here and an index, there), we wish you safe and prosperous new year.

I’m home for a few more days, with writing to wrap up, and then will be heading out into 2013, for more of the same.

ABOUT THE PHOTOGRAPHS

The Shed. This is where the work happens when in the states, though at this moment, not too long back, we had fired up the wood stove inside and remade the place as the no-fire zone (read: Dad sanctuary) for an evening snowball fight with the kids as a wet snowfall gave the town its first good covering of the season. The night’s quick accumulation had the added benefit of covering up a nagging carpet of wood chips from all the maul-swinging that’s been going on around here since the hurricane. Those chips and splinters and bits of shattered bark need to be carried and spread on the paths between the vegetable beds. Their mess harped for attention each day. Then the snow came and hid them from view.

And the play began.

We wish this kind of peace to the lands and the people we cover. 

And will be back with resolutions tomorrow.

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