I thought once that I would retrace steps, revisiting old haunts, but that's not going to happen. Too depressing. The best I can do is take a different slant on places we visited in the past. I do acquire more new photos and maybe by the end of the summer I will have them ready for a breathless world. Not that I give a damn about the world outside of my little "half acre". My own tightly circumscribed ambit, that I alone inhabit. And so shall it be, now and forever.
I find it a good and fine thing to be near to the end of life.