3:30 a.m. 809 consecutive (almost) days on my daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. 809 days, like in a row.
Here we go. (Again)
I walk.
Even for me, today’s early. Too early. The normal shot-clock is exactly 1 hour prior to scheduled sunrise. And we jumped the gun. Mistake was checking Dark Sky App before bed. Clear skies = clear shot at a crescent moon. So, there we were, 3:45 a.m., my date with camera and Luna.
I take a few shots and walk.
Rebecca Solnit in her book Wanderlust: A History of Walking talks about walking as the intentional act closest to the unwilled rhythms of the body, to breathing and the beating of the heart…her thoughts were in themselves a form of locomotion. I thought about all this for a moment. Well, I’m certainly breathing, and the heart is beating, but that’s about it. My a** is dragging. Rhythm? Locomotion? Nothing happening here.
I walk.
In the past month, there have been 3 incidences. A serendipitous meeting of man and a white-tailed deer popping out from behind a tree. Jesus, Bambi, how about a little heads up? I near crapped myself.
The second event earlier this week, I’m looking out for him, and, he’s waiting for me. He takes a few steps onto the shoreline, and then spins, once and then twice in the soft sand, and turns to stare at me. See? Be happy! I watch this in disbelief. Did that really happen? Lori, what’s the damn word. App…? Appart..? Aprit…? He prances down the shoreline, legs on giant steel springs, and disappears. [Read more…]
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