SJ ROZAN

Seven degrees F. when I went out this morning. Snow had long since stopped. Cold like this means my trusty camera couldn't give me much -- battery drains right away. But what it gave me was cherce. (Points if you get the reference.) And yes, I sat on my bench and drank my tea. I think the Park people probably have me pegged as a complete lunatic, out on that bench in every weather. I can't say I think they're wrong.

ice and water

singing bridge

snow on singing bridge

inside and outside my window

I'm a writer, publishing both as SJ Rozan and, with Carlos Dews, as Sam Cabot. (I'm Sam, he's Cabot.) Here you can find links to my almost-daily blog posts, including the Saturday haiku I've been doing for years. BUT the blog itself has moved to my website. If you go on over there you can subscribe and you'll never miss a post. (Miss a post! A scary thought!) Also, I'll be teaching a writing workshop in Italy this summer -- come join us!
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (9) Share on Facebook		2014-01-22 12:15 PM In the meantime, in between time... Seven degrees F. when I went out this morning. Snow had long since stopped. Cold like this means my trusty camera couldn't give me much -- battery drains right away. But what it gave me was cherce. (Points if you get the reference.) And yes, I sat on my bench and drank my tea. I think the Park people probably have me pegged as a complete lunatic, out on that bench in every weather. I can't say I think they're wrong. ice and water singing bridge snow on singing bridge inside and outside my window Read/Post Comments (9) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top