Each time a milestone birthday comes, you marvel at your longevity and wonder how and when that time went by. Each one seems more consequential than the previous one. Still, this one seemed like one that I needed to mark well with a celebration worth remembering.

Is spring ever going to get here? It is another cold and rainy day along the Narragansett Bay shoreline.
I am struggling with where to start. My monkey mind is in control. There are a seemingly endless number of topics I would like to write about, but I am committed to keeping these blog posts short and to the point.

It always seems like there is never enough time, that everything takes longer than it should and that there are always too many things that need to be done. I procrastinate when I feel like that instead of bearing down, establishing some priorities and starting on a project or task. My procrastination is more avoidance than sloth or lethargy. I get things done, not the challenging tasks or tasks I should be working on. Writing this blog post was one of those tasks I have been avoiding.

This blog's title is a borrowing and slight paraphrasing of a line from Shakespeare's Richard III. It makes for a better introduction than my complaining about the winter weather in New England.

Of the many email newsletters I recently unsubscribed to, one was from a photographer based in New York, James Maher, http://www.jamesmaherphotography.com.

Welcome to my blog. It is probably apparent that this is the first post, but there were previous posts. I have deleted them. I have also made significant changes to this site. Many of those changes are only partially complete, so please excuse the mess and broken links. There are more changes to come. Hopefully, you will find enough interesting content on the site and/or within this post to return to see the changes.