Atlantic Brants — hundreds upon hundreds of these marvelous creatures landing at Calf Pasture Beach at sunrise. Pit stop? They breed on the high-arctic tundra.
Notes:
And if the wind is right…
June 5, 2022 by 21 Comments
Well, it’s not far down to paradise
At least it’s not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
And find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see, believe me…
Well, it’s not far back to sanity
At least it’s not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away
And find serenity
Oh, the canvas can do miracles
Just you wait and see, really, believe me
Sailing
Takes me away to where I’ve always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free
— Christopher Cross, from “Sailing” (1980)
Photo: DK @ Daybreak. 4:52 am, June 5, 2022. 53° F. Calf Pasture Beach, Norwalk, CT. More photos from this morning here @ Calf Pasture Beach and here @ Cove Island Park
Sunday Morning
January 23, 2022 by 26 Comments
September 16, 1943.
How smart and understanding nature is, always leading us to the most beautiful!
— Patricia Highsmith, “Patricia Highsmith: Her Diaries and Notebooks: 1941-1995.″ Anna von Planta (Editor). (Liveright, November 16, 2021)
DK @ Daybreak. 7:20 am, January 23, 2022. 20° F, feels like 10° F. Calf Pasture Beach, Norwalk, CT. More photos from this morning here.
Walking. As a floating, fluffy daisy seed.
January 15, 2022 by 37 Comments
6:25 am. 5° F, feels like Antarctica. Wind gusts up to 31 mph. Dorothy Parker’s: “What fresh hell is this?”
Cut me some slack people, I know that I’ve used her line many times in my posts, but it’s the only jingle that captures this moment. Many moments these days actually.
You know the drill. Cove Island Park morning walk. @ Daybreak.
I pull into the parking lot. And there I Sit, with the car running, the heater blowing.
I give myself a little pep talk. “Come on DK. Come on. A couple of snaps and back in the car. “ A wind gusts slam the car. I shift in my seat.
I see my middle-aged runner friend in the distance. She sees me in the car, and waves. Good God Man. Have you no pride? I yearn for those days when little would stop me.
I admire the 4’ Something Mighty-Mite, and her short choppy strides as she pushes her way against the polar wind.
And there’s me. 3/4s of the way through Highsmith’s Diary. “As Merely a floating, fluffy daisy seed. Now you have it, now you haven’t, now you have. No, it’s gone.”
I can’t get out. I just can’t.
I check my watch. 30 minutes to sunrise.
I pull out of the lot and drive to Calf Pasture Beach. Seeking inspiration.
And I find it.
I walk out to the end of the boardwalk.
The sun rises, urging the mist up over the water.
Frostbite circles my fingertips. And I snap, and snap and snap.
The floating, fluffy daisy seed. Now you have it. And it. And it. And it.
Hold that Moment.
Notes:
Saturday Morning
May 22, 2021 by 23 Comments
Sometimes you are privileged with a glimpse of the other world, when the light shines up from the west (or the East) as the sun sets (or rises) and dazzles something wet. The world is just water and light, a slide show through which your spirit glides.
— Fanny Howe, The Wedding Dress: Meditations on Word and Life
Notes:
- Quote from Whiskey River. Thank you. (Quote edited by me to include “or East” and “or rises’)
- DK Photo @ Daybreak May 22, 2021. 5:48 a.m. Calf Pasture Beach, Norwalk, CT. More photos from this morning here.
I stare and stare. It seems I was called for this: To glorify things just because they are.
April 24, 2021 by 27 Comments
Notes:
- Daybreak. 4:53 to 5:17 am, April 24, 2021. 47° F. Calf Pasture Beach, Norwalk, CT
- Post Title by Czeslaw Milosz, from “Blacksmith Shop“: At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds. I stare and stare. It seems I was called to this: To glorify things just because they are.”
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