Tuesday, December 28, 2010

While in Nh, it snowed.


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
New Hampshire, 
1923
Photo by Jonathan K. Slingluff

Friday, December 10, 2010

Not a big fan of the Girard Coalition.

"After an hour of brainstorming and discussion those members in attendance unanimously voted for GIRARD LIBERTIES as the name for our section of the Girard Ave and surrounding commercial corridor."

Wednesday, December 1, 2010