………..Actually a few windows……The winter storm “Jonas” has passed and left a heck of a lot of snow behind. “They” were predicting 6 to 12 inches here in CT……..well we were four inches shy of two feet. I was too lazy, or so Jac told me, to go outside and take pictures…..so these are from different windows in the house. The high tides were not a fun thing to watch, but we were spared…..the water only came up to the beginning of the lawn at one end of the property so we fared well……..There is actually a picture of me during a NY snow storm, in the collage, that was taken by Bill Cunningham, a NY on the street photography….who is a legend……..Today is definitely the calm after the storm……It’s a brilliantly clear day……………..enjoy………much Love…………………Louis
i enjoy looking out your windows from the comfort of my CA home. <3 sometimes lazy is smart
crdlb
The photos on the table are wonderful!
Louis,
You mentioned Bill Cunningham, and I wondered if you’d seen the documentary, “Bill Cunningham New York”? I watched it not long ago on Netflix; he seems such a sweet and self-effacing man. Quirky and full of genuine delight–viewing everything as if for the first time. If you haven’t seen the film, I think you’d really enjoy it!
Dear jmarie…..yes I’ve seen it many times. Bill is all the things you say. I’ve know Bill since I first started in this business, and every time I see him he still says. “hello kid”.
🙂
Aw, how sweet! Don’t you love it when someone calls you kid? I just came back from a month of taking care of the folks in their very senior community. I hadn’t felt that young in YEARS!
The colors here are so different from those found in most of the photos from your life that you’ve posted for us. It is as though Federico Fellini with his lush and warm colors has given way to Ingmar Bergman and a cold starkness. Of course, it is necessary since you are photographing the aftermath of a monster snowstorm. But it hit me how different this set of photos is from those you have shared of your Christmas family room, your tropical vacations, your colorful gardens, etc. Thank you for letting us peek out your windows.
I think the change of mood has something to do with the fact the Jac and I watched the movie “Everest” during the snow storm…….I can understand the excitement of climbing to the top of the mountain, but after watching the movie I prefer to sit in the comfort of our cozy home.
Snowy views everywhere, eh?
My first husband climbed it. He’s the one who had us walk around the rim of Mt. Vesuvius. Thank heavens I wasn’t with him for the Everest adventure. I’m afraid of heights.
Why did he want to climb Everest? I’ve never understood that. I love seeing the pictures and the videos, but I’d much rather spend my money on good food, art supplies and Linea, not always in that order!
To get to the top of the world!
My first husband was a thrill-seeker. He was a contemplative and highly educated person but spoiled and wanting thrills. When he climbed Mt. Everest, we were divorced and not communicating often (he lived in Europe at that time), so I don’t know what was behind his decision. He had married an English woman (a lovely person) who had wanderlust, as I grew to understand. So funny, though. When I finally met their daughter about two years ago, she let me know that my ex wasn’t all that keen on traveling — that it was her mother who kept pushing him to go places. And go they did! They lived in England and would take off for anyplace the second wife desired. Morocco, Everest, you name it. [Now that I think of it, he was with a girlfriend who replaced me after our split, and she had Bavarian roots. Maybe that’s why they went up Everest; I don’t really know.]
A footnote to his thrill-seeking and my timidity: I’ve already written about his wanting us to walk around the rim of Mt. Vesuvius on our honeymoon (the authorities told us that we would not be rescued if we fell in), I also failed the roller coaster test at Luna Park in Rome. I hate roller coasters! So, for a second visit to the amusement park, he brought along the hotel concierge so that he had a companion in the seat. Absurd story, but true.
Despite the second wife’s liking to travel, that marriage had its tragedies and ended, too. He is with his third wife now, and they live in Athens, Greece. When we split, I told him he would not settle down until his 50s.
Thank you, Louis, for sharing these beautiful photographs of the beauty a brutal storm left. Glad you, Jac and the girls were all safe and cozy.