Impressions of the Country.

Simple things are very different. We look out of the window and there is snow and trees, just snow and trees, like a Bergman film. At night it's dark, out back there are some lights on the county road a couple of miles away but this is our front driveway looking out across the road:



there's nothing across that field.


This is the road to the barn, unless we ski we won't be going down there anytime soon.

A couple of views from the deck, the county road is out there somewhere past the barn which is the greenish looking structure in the first picture.

One might feel a bit isolated in such a place and the feeling would be exacerbated by the lack of some basic features of the modern home, for example the stove hasn't arrived yet, so this is cooking:

Honey, I aint in Camden no more.