October 7

2018

Abiquiu and nearby studio tour sites
Spider weekend
Finally, a visit to the frosty cow
Char provides scale
the usual view

2016
First leg completed.
I watch him race to the gate.
It shuts in his face.

2013
A drive by shooting
In the Manzanas. Victim;
A rusted tractor

2010
A crisp fall morning:
My feet are compelled to kick
Through rustling leaf drifts.


2009
I like this motto revision..."Soli ego gloria" Right up there with "there is no whining in Ilium"

Feeling better: late afternoon is THE time for the pool. Empty lanes rock! Swam 12 laps (by my calculation 4 laps short of half a mile.) Hmmm.

Have been thinking of T.S. Eliot...measuring our lives in coffee spoons has given way to measuring our lives in twitter bits. And waiting at bus stops, listening to cell phone conversations. How does one live in the moment, when so many moments are...uninspiring? (A sunny autumn day helps, but...)

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