I can’t believe that the December days are ticking down to the end of the year now. It’s really hard for me to believe how fast the time has gone.
When I upload my picture for the day I see a media library full of hundreds of thumbnails – the days of my life, like a mosaic before my eyes. I see patterns and themes and moods that emerge. My friend Donna likened this collection of images to a quilt. I think this is a wonderful picture, because some of the days are stitched together tightly, others are a little unravelled, but they’re all held together by certain common threads.
Annie Dillard said in her book The Writing Life:
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing.
It’s a simple thought, but very interesting to ponder.
It was a day of simple comforts. A little time with my book, wrapped up a quilt. A warm dinner at home. Messages with a friend. Interesting talks with Johnny. A macchiato.
I don’t feel that I need much to be happy, but peace and quiet is very important to me.
Away past the lake
Went the fly and the frog.
Away past the lake
Ran the cat and the dog.
They went past a shed,
And they went up a hill.
I ran! And I said,
“I will stop them, I will!”
The fly does not know that the frog is not mad.
The frog does not know that the cat is not bad.
The cat runs in fear of the dog, I can tell.
“If I can stop HIM, then all will be well!”
– Mike & Marshall McClintock, A Fly Went By
I like when you see the first signs of the seasons. Like the first little green shoots in the spring, and the first yellows and reds in the leaves, and the first frosts.
I’m noticing winter everywhere, even without snow. The light is silvery again, and in the evenings I see very faded pink over everything. In the spring and summer it’s warmer and more yellow.
Photography is such a gift. It makes you so aware of these subtleties and fleeting moments around you. In that respect I think I will miss this daily practice. When the 365 is finished, I don’t think I will pay as much attention.
Maybe I think too much.
We drove our family to the airport in Boston today and then had dinner with my aunt, uncle and cousins.
I so love and appreciate them.
Today was a strange day. It felt like one second everything was one way and the next it was another, and I couldn’t figure out the path from A to B.
The funny thing was, I saw someone else had said the exact same thing on Twitter. Maybe it’s some weird alignment of the planets.
I’m barely keeping up with my project these days. I have no motivation to take pictures and it feels so forced. That isn’t something I like very much. I wonder if the entire last 5 weeks will be like that, or if at some point I’ll find my way back to a happy place.
It is good people who make good places.
– Anna Sewell
We drove to Boston this morning and were treated to a wonderful feast with family and friends, next to a cozy wood fire.
It felt good to laugh today.
We have family here visiting for Thanksgiving, and today was very busy with preparations. I made a maple pumpkin pie and a few side dishes to bring to Boston tomorrow.