Licht Years

where are you going, where have you been?

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Assessment

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“Life is maybe like deep-sea fishing. We wake up in the morning, we cast our nets into the water, and, if we are lucky, at day’s end we will have netted one– maybe two– small fish. Occasionally we will net a seahorse or sometimes a shark– or a life preserver or an iceberg, or a monster. And in our dreams at night we assess our Catch of the Day– the treasures of this long, slow process of accumulation”

~ Douglas Coupland

Random stuff:

Autumn seems to be taking it’s time this year.  The color is arriving bit by bit, the weather fluctuates from crisp to summer-like.

I am taking my daily walks around town lately as opposed to our woodland trails. It’s hunting season and I’m not fond of the sound of gunshots.

I’ve always been attracted to the culture of small towns. Thinking I may set my focus on small scenes and vignettes of life downtown.

Staging and creating still life images has always been fun but lately I’m striving for authenticity. THIS POST by my friend Shawna inspired me.

Traveling a bit soon, to Washington DC, then on to North Carolina. My son, Andy is getting married next month. Very excited to welcome Lilian to our family.  So looking forward to having a daughter-in-law.

 

I’d like to thank Rural Magazine for inviting me to share in their Fall Issue.  Have a look if you’d like..

Mozart

walking man

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walking man

Moving in silent desperation
Keeping an eye on the holy land
A hypothetical destination
Say, who is this waliking man?

Well, the leaves have come to turning
And the goose has gone to fly
And bridges are for buning
So don’t you let that yearning
Pass you by
Walking man, walking man walks
Well, any other man stops and talks
But the walking man walks

~ James Taylor

he is 82

 he walks our neighborhood every morning

through rain, sleet, snow and soaring summer heat

he’s our walking man

blooming!

in light of all that has and is currently taking place here in the Boston area, I am just dropping by quickly to wish all who are able, to have a happy weekend. To all my friends here in Massachusetts, I am thinking of you and hoping that you are all are safe. It’s been a horrific week.

March-ing in

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like a lion!

and that’s all I have to say about that

except

that I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

the last hurrah?

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Yes, I’m anxious for Spring
and I can’t wait to see some green
but I have to admit that the snow
that blanketed us this weekend
was simply magical this morning

I wonder if this is February’s
glorious send off?
if so, what a way to say
goodbye!