Old bones creaking today and I was not quite up to participating in a vigorous day at the street fair of my favorite organization, the
for the Book. I went back and looked at photos I had taken in previous years,
but then thought…did I document this calendar day on other years? What do I
remember…and were the photos worth it? The photos are within the 24 hours of September 29th each year since 2008. Really weird what I photograph! Only one is a verifiable event. Photo four is setting up for the street fair early in the morning of September 29, 2011. San
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Autumn came in with a surprise rainstorm…very unusual for September here. I am always amazed that the ocean roils with a storm message before the sky is filled with clouds. Once, many observers knew what this portended, how to read it….now, at least for me, I go to the internet weather report.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
This morning I had several reminders of the joy of the changing seasons.
A flutter outside my kitchen window focused my sleepy eyes on a small flock of birds feasting on the seeds of a drying garden a few properties to the north. Finally, able to identify them as juncos…all the dates for arrival in my bird book have been in late October or November. Not sure the significance of this….perhaps an early and harsh winter?
Later, puttering in my little garden area, I saw a butterfly on a salvia…same type butterfly in the Spring on a meadow sage. (I posted it here at the time...they look almost identical).
Just a gracious and happy reminder of the circular nature of nature.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Seamus Heaney, RIP
“The end of art is peace…."
From The Harvest Bow
“It strikes me that the hermit and the poet probably have much in common: the need for solitude; the deep-down awareness of things and the self-discipline to spend hours in contemplation,”
Fr. Kevin Doran, homily at funeral mass for Seamus Heaney
Sunday, September 1, 2013
If everyone had the luxury to pursue a life of exactly what they love, we would all be ranked as visionary and brilliant. … If you got to spend every day of your life doing what you love, you can't help but be the best in the world at that. And you get to smile every day for doing so.
Neil deGrasse Tyson
I am not sure lolling about qualifies one for vision and brilliance, but it does look like something that would make me smile a lot. Not feeling particularly visionary, but the weather here is finally nice enough for pool time. (But, I don't have a pool).