Still nice and cool on these early morning walks, although it will heat up later, summer sneaking in through the side door I fear.
It is Thursday but I woke up thinking it was Tuesday, then realized it wasn’t and assumed it was Wednesday. Like it even matters, anymore? I should be more like my dog who only knows two days of the week: long-walk days and short-walk days.
Since dawn is happening earlier I am getting brighter photos — this duck was splashing around and I wanted to capture that, but my shutter speed was too slow so those shots are all blurry. Instead I got this one, which is rather nice.
I don’t consider myself a nature photographer at all, I’d rather photograph people, but the landscape is all around me for the taking so here we are with all my nature photos. Sorry?
(Jeff VanderMeer’s are better, go follow his twitter)
I told a friend the other day that writing this daily newsletter and taking photos for it is definitely a challenge because honestly what is new? What is interesting? About me walking in a circle with my dog. Yet, I feel that also says something about life, after all if we don’t pay attention then we swim along the current thinking we are in the same place the whole time we are carried out to sea.
Day!job has been busy with start of term, so these walks are as much for me as for Keely (I suppose that is always true). Our new normal is so domestic, which I think was always how the apocalypse was going to go. Perhaps I think that way based on the the stories of my father’s apocalypse, which was the Great Depression. His stories were never about terror and fear and greed, but about families coming together to share food and feed the kids even when the parents were hungry and finding joy after losing everything that you thought you had gained.
A rose-colored perspective of a terrible era in our country’s history, of course, but points toward the true nature of humanity, I think. Mencius was correct, we are all born good and pure.