Clearly the sun is up in the east already. But from here, we’re always in the shadow of this very old, very low “mountain” for at least another hour.
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Still shady here though →
Lake Seneca →
Just a lake-shore.
During a short camping stay, I had the delightful chance to sit between paddling around.
Words don’t really do the feeling justice. I spent decades sailing (beginning in the womb). For many years we went every weekend to the nearest lakes. Lakes, rivers, the Caribbean even. My dad was really into it. Once, my father excitedly got us to the lake for the first, Spring-sailing outing of a season (think: fr-fr-fr-frigid water, rubber wetsuits, die-hard sailors) only to discover the entire lake was STILL FROZEN. Too soon, dad. Too soon. Much fun. Endless stories.
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Can you? →
…paddle a canoe.
On a whim, I’ve recently being trying to get into canoeing. I’m surprised to discover that I’m quite good at paddling a canoe… but I’m not sure when/how I ever learned. Seriously. This strikes me as very strange.
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Pebble wrestling →
A short 1/2-hour walk from my house is a scattering of boulders. I try to remember to come up here as often as possible. My friend Mike once called bouldering “pebble wrestling” (visualize a relatively tiny person, trying to wrestle an enormous rock—hopeless! …but oh so fun) which made me chuckle and has stuck with me.
I call this face “Green Garden Wall” (my riff on a classic, named “Red Garden Wall” in Colorado) on what is usually called “Obvious Rock” (sometimes we call it “Blob Rock”). This little wall is about 10′ tall, and there’s about 30′ of width; There’s an offset nearer that tree, so this little “wall” even has a small inside and outside corner to fiddle with. It’s absolutely covered in various mosses and lichens and… shhhhhh… someone seems to have been here many times with teeny tiny wire brushes to expose a myriad of little places for fingertips and toes.
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Packer Memorial Chapel →
I was on campus the other day, and as I was starting to leave… one snap.
Along the Ashley River →
Picturesque. But the mosquitos… professional mosquitos!
Cypress Pond →
The black water (from tannin from the Cypress roots) does not look inviting. Also present, alligators.
Memento Morgan →
This caught my eye in the Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah Georgia.
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Winter is coming →
This caught my eye on a bright sunny day, as we approach the cold of winter (here in the Northern Hemisphere.) Sure, the blue of the sky and the orange of the leaf is a nice found-composition. But what I really like is the implication of the leaf being captured by the already-dead whatever-that-plant-was. As always: questions, connections, and open loops to ponder; no clear conclusions though.
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Fabulous hair →
Is this a bat? …a werewolf? I’m not sure, but its hair is fabulous!
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