February 2nd, 2015

The Red Tree

"There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all."

The snow began last night about midnight. And it's still falling. There must be at least six fresh inches on top of everything we had already, and it's supposed to keep falling until sometime tonight. Juneau was a bust for Woodstock, but Linus is making up for it. It is truly beautiful here. Currently, the temperature is 21˚F, but the windchill is 1˚F.

We huddle in Neil's cabin, safe from the world.

Day before yesterday, which was Saturday, I did another 1,290 words of the story that will not be titled "Stabbing the Face of Winter." I'd have done as well yesterday, but, instead, we had to drive all the way from Woodstock to Westfield, Massachusetts, more than four hours round trip, to pick up my Klonopin prescription. If I get into all the whys of this little fiasco, I'd be here for longer than I can allot to this entry. But it begins with my negligent ditz of a psychiatrist and ends with the Draconian drug laws in New York State, which class Klonopin as a Schedule 2 controlled substance, making it impossible for the prescription to be called in from Rhode Island. Oh, and the nearest Walgreens is in Westfield, which is the why of Westfield. An utter waste of a day, which left me in a horrid mood, partly because I had to spend the whole day outside under a very wide carnivorous sky. But now I have the pills, and New York can eat a dick. Also, Westfield, Mass. is a goddamn depressing place. One of those towns that might have been handsome as recently as the 1970s, but which have sold their soul to Dunkin Donuts (three in the space of one mile!), CVS, Ace Hardware, Walgreens, gas stations, convenience stores, all the merry host of chains and big boxes, shoddiness, instant squalor, prefabricated strip malls, and you get the picture. It was depressing. But I did get a second chance to try to photograph the frozen Hudson River. The results were not spectacular, my being in a moving vehicle and guardrails and all, but better than nothing. There are twenty-two photos from yesterday's trek, below and behind the cut, but first...

Three of my stories made the 2014 Locus Recommended Reading List: “Interstate Love Song (Murder Ballad No. 8),” “The Cats of River Street (1925),”and “The Jetsam of Disremembered Mechanics.” They were all placed in the novelette. I think it's silly there even is a novelette category; these are short stories. But whatever. I'm still pleased.

So, the photographs:

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