No photos were taken in February. An entire month went by with nothing worth taking a photo of.
This would have never happened in Brooklyn.
One last trip into the city in January on the 21st, and hung out with Viza.
I saw no sheepsheads. I saw no sheeps. I thought sheeps wasn’t a word. I was wrong.
One more trip out east to deliver firewood. Not what most out of towners think of when someone says the Hamptons.
It doesn’t often get cold enough here for ice skating
The area is strewn with modern art brought in or made by Manhattanites
There are though still farms of various kinds
And bits of times gone by remain.