An Evening Stroll with Bailey and the Rebel

...my camera,  that is. Although some would say that's me.  *sigh* ....there's always a critic, isn't there.

   New England can be a dreary place come January and February, when all the snowbirds have scattered down South.  I'll admit I have dreams of a little seaside condo with sugar white sand and gulf waters where I can flee those bitter grey days.

However, THIS time of year.... is glorious.