“It soon got so cold that the men rushed to close the doors. When they had shut them and the room was again silent, they saw that several women had begun to cry. The women said it was because of the numbing air that had washed over their bare shoulders, but even strangers embraced sadly as they coasted into the new year and felt its strength commencing.”
Mark Halprin, Winter’s Tale.
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I'm Marty Luster, a retired attorney and politician. In 2010 my wife, mother-in-law, dog and I relocated from Central NY to Gloucester. I hope my photographs and poetry(?) reflect my love for this place and her people.
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“It soon got so cold that the men rushed to close the doors. When they had shut them and the room was again silent, they saw that several women had begun to cry. The women said it was because of the numbing air that had washed over their bare shoulders, but even strangers embraced sadly as they coasted into the new year and felt its strength commencing.”
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great photo
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Beautiful photo, but hopefully the sentiments are not repeated, at least not this year.
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Very nice photo – remembering when had to haul water from the creek and heat it on the wood stoves or really brave the elements and go for the dip…Shocking to say the least but can be done sort of in and out no malingering! 🙂
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