I can't sleep…
Thank God. People who take their coffee black are always so smug about it, you know? Marla this morning was like, Oh no, no, I don’t need things in my coffee. I like it just black, thanks. And it’s like, Well, I’m sorry, excuse me, but I happen to be a human being and I like sugar.
― Alison Espach, The Wedding People: A Novel (Henry Holt and Co., July 30, 2024)
Photo: Brigitte Tohm
Tuesdays are for….time lapses.
You may be thinking that due to the dearth of blog posts recently, that Wednesday’s, Thursday’s, Friday’s, Saturday’s, Sunday’s and Monday’s are for Time Lapses as well — and, you wouldn’t be far off the mark.
I know that you’ve all been anxiously waiting to learn about the time-lapse process. Here’s the secret sauce.
Continue reading “Tuesday is for…”
I’m trying to up my game. Expand the repertoire to include time lapse videos from still photos (like the shot of the cormorant up above from this morning).
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been watching Sawsan’s apprentice (aka Cara) set up the tripod, wrap its claws around the smartphone, level up the sight lines, take a deep breath… and hit the go button. And wait. And wait. And wait, somewhere between 2 to 2 1/2 hours until the sun is sufficiently up in the sky for the time lapse to catch the full end to end twilight to sunrise light show.
Cara can do it, repeatedly. Then any idiot can do this, right?
Continue reading “You think you know, but you have no idea.”
3:15 am.
I flip through the morning papers. Jesus, why do I subject myself to this?
Politics (sigh), Middle East, Ukraine, Senator on the take, Earth camped out on a hot tin roof.
Alexandra Fuller in Fi: “How quickly we’ve messed this all up: everything melting, flooding, on fire.”
1536 consecutive (almost) days on this daybreak morning walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.
And what a day it is.
While everything burns, I walk, here, on Fantasy Island.
Stars, stars and more stars painted on a cloudless sky.
6 mph breeze from the north. Leaves rustle overhead. Birds beginning to wake.
65° F.
This is mid-July people.
And, setting aside the weight gain which I will NOT let throw shade on a beautiful morning, not a single body part hurts. Not one.
There’s no doubt, absolutely ZERO chance (mostly because of my diet and conditioning discipline) that I will not live forever.
Continue reading “Walking. To Eternity.”
If you are looking for worldly insights, for something new and fresh, move on. And don’t look back. Save 5 minutes of your life doing something productive. Because you ain’t going to Live & Learn here.
Speaking of Blog Mastheads, I’ve been thinking about changing it, after what now, 13 years? To Live & Don’t Learn. It’s closer to reality.
Yesterday. 6:30 pm. 1510 consecutive (almost) days at Cove Island Park. Like in a Row.
I’m now at two-a-day visits to Cove Island Park. Daybreak for the morning walk. And late afternoon/evening to try to rid of the disgust for gaining 14 lbs in less than 60 days. This outcome was due to three factors: (a) the suspension of my 18 hour fasts, (b) suspension of snacks after 6 pm, and (c) just suspending all common sense.
Culprit? This time?
Oui French Style Coconut Yogurt.
And you might ask: Well, how bad can that be?
And I would say, not so bad, until you start adding the toppings. Think Dairy Queen Sundae.
Continue reading “Walking. And stuck in the moment.”