It's that kind of weather...a pinon fire going in the chiminea. Huddled on the back porch watching half rain, half snow drizzle down, a glass of wine, a cigar, friends. Inside the ticking and gong on the pendulum clock marks the passage of time and the flames and coals create new energy. Only a photograph can stop time, and then it will decay also.
"What is life but a vapor."