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Power Lines. (They look like dotted lines in the thumbnail, I hope that effect disappears in the full-sized version.)  They march up the hill behind us, fanning out to the houses scattered over the landscape. It seems impossible to find a vista that doesn't include them, and I don't have the skills -yet- to make them disappear. 

Love them, hate them, we wouldn't like to be without them.  It would be nice if they were underground, but that isn't going to happen.

This morning we were at our friend J's  funeral,..  The eulogy was beautiful, and truthful, reflecting the many lovely qualities that she had. A very special person.

This evening we're going to a party.  Life goes on. J would have approved.