Wigrance

Dobcha the Doberman was first to greet me at our friends' this evening which for the unfamiliar might be alarming. I wandered around and took a few shots of the house, the woodpile and the frozen lake for a few minutes before sitting down to some luxury tomato soup and then chicken in a distinctly non-Jaczwingian style. J showed off her new purchases and we talked. M as usual was full of funny stories.
We didn't have to drive or walk home, which was nice.