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Zion Crossing Park

After checking out the barn on Mountain View Road, I made my way to Zion Crossing Park on Hollow Road. The entrance and the gravel road were still covered in snow. My Acura had a bit of a dance on the snow as I tried to find a spot to park. Stepping out of the car, my sneakers plunged into the snow, which was so deep it came halfway up my calves. The pristine state of the snow hinted that I was the first to come this way.

I walked along the snow-covered bank of the Rock Brook, its waters moving gently beneath the canopy of barren trees towards the wading pool. The bright sunlight danced on the water’s surface, creating a sparkle that contrasted with the shadows of the trees.

The banks of the brook were lined with stones and rocks, some peeking out from their snowy blankets, while others lay hidden, waiting for the thaw. The snow seemed to glow, reflecting the light of the afternoon sun. The tall trees reached towards a clear winter blue sky.

Feeling the cold breeze I framed the shot. Time to go.

Sunday Paper

“Bosses invented employee loyalty, not employees.” ~ Seth Godin

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I love reading Seth Godin’s blog.

There’s a long-time tension between the factory owner and the worker. The factory owner wants to take the maximum amount of labor in exchange the lowest amount of compensation. The worker often responds by playing defense and not letting the boss disrespect them.

Bosses invented employee loyalty, not employees.Seth Godin

Dog Run Bar

Before leaving Zion Crossing Park I called Bhavna. It was close to lunchtime. She reminded me that I had wanted to visit the new farm market stand at the Brick Farm Tavern.

The backyard at Brick Farm Tavern was bathed in the brilliant glow of the midday sun. The sun hung high in the sky, casting its rays over the snow-clad yard. The sky was endless blue.

The picnic tables and chairs lay scattered, each blanketed in a layer of fresh untouched and pristine snow.

The Dog Run bar wore a cap of snow, its white roof mirroring the ground below. The Dog Run bar, usually bustling with energy and life, was still.

I popped into the market. I had a good chat with Otto, one of the owners abkut winter and vacations. I bought a French baguette to make a sandwich for lunch, and back bacon and eggs to make breakfast.