It is still raining. I am reading about Virginia Woolf's second novel, NIGHT and DAY (1919) in the book, 'Virginia Woolf, an Inner Life', by Julia Briggs* (2005). VW penned everything in the early days, allowed only an hour a day because of stringent rest cures imposed upon her by doctors and Leonard. It was very frustrating!
*Julia Briggs tragically died 16 August 2007.
This shot from my studio window that also serves as a spare bedroom. Tomorrow, a DAY shot, if the weather improves!
Your life is certainly urban! My little city seems very paltry by comparison. Your visitors get a fairyland view of NY. I wish I could be one of them! (But read my poem on flying to realise that I wont ever be!)
ReplyDeleteI am so envious of your magnificent view! Looking out of the window from my studio/spare bedroom is vastly different. And much less exciting! Hope that rain stops :)
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