I (think) I have an adoring public who waits for my photos week in and week out.

Well, not only do I provide great photos every week, I go arctic exploring for this blog.

Just as an aside, these arctic exploration photos were taken in Vermont, which I am now convinced is another country.  OK, that sounds a bit like I am one of those “never left the island” New Yorkers but it is really true.  Someone offered to put cheese on my clam chowder while I was there.  I saw another person spearing sushi with a chop stick.  It was like being on another planet.

Enough talk about cheese and seafood.  Let’s see some pictures:

This shot is what I call the icon.  The other shots will be just as good, but this is our anchor.

This next one I shot because the lift looked like an alien vehicle to me:

And of course the views.  They are always magnificent:

 

And a few skiing shots to round it out:

 

Can you guess what the theme is among all of these photos?:

Oh Sorry.  It was just the scene outside a few days ago:

Usually up on this blog, I steal from Walker Evans, Edward Hopper, Brassai and Jeff Koons.

Now I have chosen another source to steal from.  A lady photographer by the name of Diane Arbus took this totally arresting image of twins a long time ago:

I decided to adjust things a bit.  I don’t have access to twins that are children.  But I do have access to these guys:

Well, actually he.  He’s always out there waiting, no matter what:

I must photograph:

One of the shadows in the photos is Wrong Side of the Camera’s founder and editor in chief:

Most of them involve Vikings.  No, I’m just kidding.  Well…  Nah, moving right along.

I have a lot of dreams.  A lot of them involve photography obviously, as this is what I spend a lot of time doing and what does bring me a fair amount of satisfaction and joy.  One dream I have is suddenly being summoned to the offices of the New York Times to work for them.  That is a dream that really will just remain a dream.  You know the children must be looked after.

But another dream I have is to go some place really far away from everything, spend a few weeks there and take lots of photos.  I watched that movie “Bridges of Madison County” a long time ago and I felt a kinship with it.  Not because I wanted to be the housewife who is wooed by Clint Eastwood, even though that wouldn’t be so terrible, but because I wanted to be a photographer sent off somewhere to photograph some isolated place.

So hence there photos are to my dreams.  Whenever they come true:

(First one is a covered bridge, just like Clint Eastwood was photographing in the aforementioned Bridges of Madison County):

Well, that ain’t going into National Geographic any time soon.  But the rest are better, I promise: