“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
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..
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