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And restaurants with log fires to lure you in from the cold. But we headed down the road.


  1. This composition couldn't be better, J.E.!

  2. Looks like enough firewood to keep you warm all week--nice picture!

  3. Grand little bower this is ... is that a wisteria do you think?

  4. Hey there is some green around... cant be too cold (wink)! Nice shot...

  5. Everyone, I'm interested that you responded to this shot. It wasn't a particular favourite of mine, more of a location shot to drive hte story along. I'm like to learn from your reactions.

    Julie, either wisteria or grape I guess.

    Sean, cold here is definitely not like cold over your way. No snow, just a bit colder air.

  6. JE - I'm going to respond to this one too.
    I dunno what it is, but it's very appealing.


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