A few weeks ago, a friend in Wiscasset, Maine sent me a movie of her backyard. Buried in snow, four-feet high. Drifts up to the windows of the work shed. The subject line of her e-mail read, "Wish You Were Here."
Hah! I was on St. John. I grabbed her audio track, laid in some photos over it and sent it back to her with the subject line, "Here's Why I'm Glad I'm Not There."