Some cool jazz seemed appropriate for this post. The day at the Potomac with Bill was warm, even though there was still snow on the ground, and the air was crisp. I kind of felt at home in that environment, and could have quite easily gone feral. Although I think Bill might have been scratching his head saying: “Where’d she go…?”. Suffice to say I thought better of it and decided to take some pot shots at/of the river instead…

I also wanted to take the opportunity to invite you all to come and visit my new photography blog ‘Roving Bess’. I hope to see you there, you marvellous lot you!

Have a great day!

M/Ish