Hours and hours and hours later, back at loft.  Looking through pictures and establishing myself in photog lock.  One today of Henry, a couple from 2016 or ’17 at Dutcher Crossing, one earlier posted from 10 years ago during harvest at the Kunde property.. then this one, shot a couple weeks ago one of the rare nights anymore I’m by myself in the loft, or if I’m even in Windsor….  The Nurse.  Story changed, and so willingly.  HER… this is not strange, this is not even wanted but so much is – I don’t know, it’s just the way it should be.  The continents finally fit.  The moods are a deeply corrected manuscript.

She now in NYC with her daughter, birthday trip for her young Nurse girl.  My love and happiness can’t be registered right now.  Not sure it ever will be.  And of course I’m terrified of losing it… this is the story, what I’m to put to page and connect to images… Nurse and I one day hopefully on a porch in the morning with coffee looking at our SB and Grenache and Merlot blocks.

Apologized earlier to her, for my touchy writer mind ce soir…