Here you are waiting for pictures from me, while I'm doing something else. What liberty, what a departure from the norm! After so many years, for some reason, I suddenly managed to return to my abandoned book, when it seemed that there was no chance of continuing the work.It's like trying to make a snowball out of snow that's too dry; it falls apart, and further persistence achieves nothing, your efforts only looking silly from the side. Once, twice, and at some point you give up trying, and you don't return to it for a year, two, ten, and then you forget how it's done.And today, for some reason only today, I scoop some snow, and it sticks and rolls on the surface, more and more sticks to it, and now it's heavy enough that I don't have to press down on it, it does everything with its own weight, I just have to establish my boots better and push it forward, and I will have either a fortress or a snowman.What will happen tomorrow? I don't know.But I want to thank you, all of you and every one of you, once again for giving me that possibility, not just to survive, but to make things what are so dear to me.