Emily Dickinson, Eat Your Heart Out

A poem:

Because I could not stop for Death,
I swerved and hit a tree.
I held a high deductible,
For liability.

Prancing in Maine

Ah, Maine in the December. The perfect time to visit: no mosquitoes, no tourists, no bears. And, as it happens, no Acadia National Park. When I went with two of my friends, we found the place closed and deserted; park access roads were blockaded with snow, and the lights were off at the visitors center. Fortunately, the trails weren't blocked off, and we were still able to have a good, albeit freezing, time.
(Details: 18mm lens, 1/60 sec at f/11, 100 ISO)