The photographs were taken on January 6th.
In January I got 442 km riding the bicycle. This morning there was black ice on a downhill slope, and I slid for some distance, but stayed upright. Once again the studded winter tires proved their worth.
The baby-carrot fingers (controlled by Bannon) are again and again proving disastrous. How long can this continue? On the other hand, a lot of great people are showing their worth by the skill and will to #resist.
(Posting title is from the poem A Romance by Lucia Perillo.)