Gray Day, Gray House, Red State?
It was another dreary day outdoors. I woke up to two inches more of slush and ice. Well, I chose to move north, so here I am. Spring will be a welcome relief this year.
This is the front of the house I live in. My apartment is in the back. It's nice enough. My neighbors are good folks. One couple has an 11-year-old boy who was out shoveling and chopping ice at the same time I was. We had a nice chat, and I pulled him out of the snow when we got stuck. (You can see from the mound in front how much snow has been shoveled and plowed this winter!)
The landlord, who lives in Vermont, is nice enough, too. I assume it's his choice to fly the large American flag in front. I'm not a big fan, especially of what we're doing elsewhere in the world, but it's hardly an unusal choice on his part. These being rural parts, the town is pretty "dark red," as we say here (i.e., conservative and Republican-leaning). Our U.S. representative is a Trump lackey; she was slated to join his cabinet and then withdrew.
Well, this isn't a political blog, so enough of that. There are a lot of interesting angles in this photo, don't you think?

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