Notes:
- Photo by My Visual Voyage (Driss Lakhlifi)
- Post Title: Background on Caleb/Wednesday/Hump Day Posts and Geico’s original commercial: Let’s Hit it Again.
Guess.What.Day.It.Is?
Category: Photography
Walking. These boots are made for walkin’…
I don’t stroll. I don’t meander. Or stop to catch-up. Or walk sipping coffee. I don’t sit on park benches contemplating my fate.
Move fast, talk straight, get it done. Next! #BePatient? Ahhhh, no.
Late March. It’s still fresh, oh so very fresh. I’m marching through the Park at 4 a.m., pre-dawn, usual story. Just another morning on the same path I’ve walked a thousand + times. Pitch black.
Kate Fagan: “You just never f****** know what’s going to happen next in this life—okay?
I walk…
These boots are made for walkin’
And that’s just what they’ll do
One of these days, these boots are gonna walk all over you (Nancy Sinatra, 1966)
Nope, I didn’t see it. No sixth sense, no gut intuition, no unconscious memory map of treacherous obstacles.
My toecap catches a large rock, and I’m airborne. Yes, in that split second, it was all in slow motion. Instinctively, the body did respond:
- Clutch cameras (PROTECT THE GEAR AT ALL COSTS NO MATTER WHAT DAMAGE TO BODY)
- WAIT! Wait just one millisecond. I can’t FACE-PLANT. I twist my right shoulder inward to absorb the blow.
Guess.What.Day.It.Is?
Notes:
- Photo by RAJENDRA DHARASHIVKAR, in Ley, India. Brown and Black Mountains at Golden Hour, July 14, 2019.
- Post Title: Background on Caleb/Wednesday/Hump Day Posts and Geico’s original commercial: Let’s Hit it Again.
Lightly Child, Lightly.
These days I am obsessed by light, it is so hard to commodify. I am not talking about a beautiful dawn, or holidays in the sun, or the light that makes a photograph look good. I am talking about brightness itself, the air lit up. The gleam on the surfaces of my typing hands. I love the gift of its arrival. The light you see is always eight and a half minutes old. Always and again. And you think it is shared by everyone but it is not shared, exactly — our eyes are hit by our own, personal photons.
— Anne Enright, The Wren, the Wren. (W. W. Norton & Company, September 19, 2023) (
Notes:
- DK Photo 5:05 am Wednesday, June 25 2025. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from yesterday’s daybreak walk here.
- Thank you Make Believe Boutique for the Enright passage.
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.
The Solstice: So lift your face to the Sun…
For centuries, people have gathered
to honor this longest day—
Celtic people lit hilltop fires,
and Slavic communities wove flower crowns,
leapt over bonfires, and floated wreaths
down rivers to honor love, light, and life’s turning.
The Summer Solstice is no ordinary day—
it is a threshold between seasons,
a celebration of the earth at her peak of light.
Let this be your moment to honor all
that has grown within you—
dreams tended in quiet,
wounds turned into wisdom,
love that kept showing up.
The Solstice teaches us not just
to feel the warmth on your skin,
but in your soul and to stand in our radiance—
fully, gently, without apology.
So lift your face to the Sun,
feel the pulse of life in your chest,
and remember:
you, too, are part of this sacred rhythm of the world.
A Soul blooming in time with the turning Earth.
— Holly Sierra, Rivers in the Ocean (FB, June 20, 2025)
Notes:
- DK Photo @ 5:43 a.m. this morning. See more photos from this morning’s walk at Cove Island Park here.
- Thank you Make Believe Boutique for sharing the post.