NewYearAndPlace

I hate being first, but for better or for worse, I'm going to be out adventuring this [new year's] ... P.

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[Hoarded Ordinaries] When Gary and I went to Manhattan several weekends ago, we spent part of our first (cold) night in the city walking the neon-lit streets of Times Square. Although I'd visited Times Square before, I'd never wandered its streets at night on foot. Tonight while Gary and I celebrate the New Year safely ensconced here in humble little Keene (which does, nevertheless, drop a lit ball at midnight while marking the occasion with fireworks), over half a million alcohol-warmed revelers will crowd Times Square to greet the arrival of 2005 in properly boisterous fashion.

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[Via Negativa] Most mornings this time of year, the transition from night to day is virtually imperceptible. But this dawn lurches dramatically from dark to light and back again, as breaks open and close in the fast-moving clouds. By 6:55 I can see well enough to write between the lines in my pocket notebook. My first page of the New Year, however, will be an almost unreadable mess.

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Happy New Year!

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[Feathes of Hope (Pica)] Among all the resolutions I haven't quite formulated for the new year but which hang in the background as nagging perennials such as eat better exercise more get a better handle on the cash flow, draw more is one that feels like an invitation. Draw more of here.

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[New Years Date]...cold on the first day of a new year. Sit in the quiet, listen to the coffee perking and the branches scraping the window in the wind. Pour a mug and turn on Coltrane¡¯s ¡°Blue Train¡±. I read a bit of Snyder. Scrawl four haiku on a pad. Lisa joins me for a chat over coffee. A free morning so we head up to the cliffs on the south side of Lake Ontario.

our breath on the windshield

takes time to clear

new years fog

We arrive at a deserted section of the shore. Cold wind slaps our faces as we exit the car and make our way down to the water. The beach is ours......

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