Two apartment complexes, right across from each other: Colonial Woods and Regency Park.
I asked my nephew for an update on his plans for world domination. They seem to involve dinosaurs. Possibly problematic, given the extinction issue, but not a bad first attempt. I’m sure he’ll improve upon it in the years to come.
Lots of bare winter trees here, thin-sounding winter birds, pale blue winter sky.
On a walk this morning, I tried looking at that northeastern winter landscape through Liza’s eyes, protagonist of Bones of Faerie. She couldn’t get over just how many dead–that’s how they seem to her–trees there were, because trees don’t shed their leaves in winter in her world, and haven’t since the war with faerie. Then I tried looking at the same landscape through the eyes of H, protagonist of the in-progress TE. But H is Tucson born and bred, for all that her story takes place in Iceland, and all she could do was keep muttering, “It’s too freaking cold here. Why’d you take me someplace so cold?” She couldn’t care less abut the trees.