Sunday, October 6, 2013
Sunday, Reflecting . . .
But this morning, the sun was shining on the beach, and I took my tea (and a blanket) down to one of these chairs, sat and sipped and read the weekend paper and watched the ducks that signal the shortening days paddle about the bay.
And I reveled in the crisp slant of the October morning sun, its evocative shadows, the way a neutral palette can be enlivened by a shot of colour, the way memories of summer can be so sharply held in a play of white and red, the way textures chatter to each other in their tones of grey. . . .
Before grabbing the camera to capture the moment (and I know, I've photographed this shot before, but it spoke differently in this moment than in that), I thought back over a busy week. Honestly, my posts over the last seven days hardly capture a fraction of it, as is always the case, right? But if you missed me the first time 'round, I've decided to keep up a practice of a Sunday recap.
This week, that includes
Monday's post updating my running program, the adjustments I've made in deference to some injuries that seemed to be settling in. I've been labelling such posts "Running over 50" which is true enough, but I'm going to have to start adding "Running over 60." And I think that's a good thing!
Thursday's post about leather, perfume, fall -- all packaged into my first-ever poem (teenage angst excluded)
Friday's Five things, the second in a continuing series that is turning out to be great fun to put together. I already have my first thing ready for next Friday . . .
Now back to a certain stack of essays which never seem willing to mark themselves. . . . Thank you so much for stopping by, and you know I'm always happy to see your comments. . . .