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Winter Solstice '09

And, already, it is Solstice, and finally the days will begin to grow longer again.

Yesterday, I did not go out and marvel at the snow. I sat here and wrote, 1,609 words, and early in the evening I managed to finish "The Jetsam of Disremembered Mechanics." It may be a good story. I honestly could not tell you. It needs a bit of polishing, and then I'll send it off to the anthology's editor (I'll announce the book a bit later). And then I've got to get to work on Sirenia Digest #49. Though, truthfully, the last thing I want to be doing is writing.

I didn't leave the House yesterday, so I've not been out in the snow. I don't think it's going anywhere, not any time soon. The temperatures here in Providence will be below freezing until the weekend, I think. Spooky went out briefly yesterday, just a short walk, and took some photos (behind the cut, below).

Last night, we watched David Fincher's The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (2008), which I somehow missed last year. I am pleased to see that it won three Oscars, as I enjoyed it a great deal. Fincher remains one of my favorite directors.

And I don't really think there's much else to say about yesterday. It was mostly writing and a movie and looking at the snow through windows:





View from one of our front parlor windows, to the east. This is essentially the same view as the photo from Saturday night (in yesterday's entry), only by daylight and with the ugly, annoying-ass inflatable Santa.



Our driveway. View to the south.



The eastern edge of the Dexter Training Grounds, view to the east.



A mailbox and telephone pole that Spooky found somewhere.



And I got this shot of an amazing sunset, though it's a pretty lousy photo. It does not begin to convey what I saw. The snow on the street was washed reddish pink. View to the southwest.

All photographs Copyright © 2009 by Kathryn A. Pollnac and Caitlín R. Kiernan.

Tags: snow, solstice, winter, writing
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