When we didn’t have electricity for those ten days of Helene, I began to understand in a new way what being without shelter would mean. No hot water, no shower, no washed clothes, no cooked or even warmed food. It got sort of scary.

I think my house’s first roof was slate.

That’s not slate, is it?

I’ve got to finish it today. I’ll post a pic. This plein air stuff is hard.