Twilight to Sunrise Time Lapse Video. 6:20 am to 7:20 am. 60 minutes in 26 seconds. 36° F. November 30, 2025. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More pictures from this morning’s walk here.
Tag: Inspirational
Beauty — finding it, making it…
But like all utopian visions, theirs had its contradictions. They’d sold all their belongings to build a boat. They were abandoning everyone they knew to live afloat, alone, unshackled from obligation and community, from all the things that bind a person to a place or its people, from the day-to-day indignities of ordinary life and the unseen rules whose weight perhaps you feel only in the place you were raised. After all, what is more self-interested than running away?
— Sophie Elmhirst, A Marriage at Sea: A True Story of Love, Obsession, and Shipwreck (Riverhead Books, July 8, 2025)
Notes:
- One of the best books I have ever read. Highly recommended.
- NY Times Book Review: “Stranded at Sea, Would Their Marriage Survive? A Marriage at Sea” tells the stranger-than-fiction story of one couple who traded their lives for the ocean — and almost lost them.”
- “Beauty — finding it, making it — has always been an act of defiance against despair. In Elmhirst’s delicate, humane depiction of the couple, her choice of narrative framing, her pacing and her compassion, she renders “A Marriage at Sea” an act of beauty in its own right. I found myself, alternately, holding my breath as I read at top speed, wandering rooms in search of someone to read aloud to, and placing the book facedown, arrested by quiet statements that left me reeling with their depth.” — Blair Braverman.
- Sophie Elmhirst official website.
Walking. 5 years, and counting.
4:30 a.m. yesterday morning.
Forecast called for 90% to 100% cloud cover, and light rain. Again, damn it. Rinse & Repeat.
I stare at the app, irritated.
I pay $50 / year for this smartphone app, and it’s consistently wrong.
Yet, I pay.
And I believe.
And I walk.
Oh, Lord. Let it be wrong again today.
And light rain it did; Rain enough to keep the pesky humans at home.
But it let up.
And there I am. Alone. Standing on the break wall, with the fog lifting.
I snap the shot. I stare at the LCD screen, and I don’t see what I see in front of me.
The HuMan tool can’t capture it.
Beautiful can’t describe it. Ethereal.
Painter Giorgio Morandi: “One can travel this world and see nothing. To achieve understanding it’s necessary not to see many things, but to look hard at what you do see...Nothing, or almost nothing in this world is truly new, what’s important is the new, different perspective an artist chooses to look at the world.”
It’s been 1,828 consecutive (almost) days on this Cove Island Park walk. Like in a row.
Yes, it’s the same Cove Island Park track. May 5th makes it the 5 year anniversary of this walk.
And, the Magic Show goes on.
Notes: See other photos from Wednesday morning’s walk here.
“untethered, like moonwalking”
Cove Island Park. 7:30 a.m. March 25, 2025. Check out the fog here.
Post title from Roisín O’Donnell’s Nesting: A Novel (Algonquin Books, February 18, 2025)
Walking. No, it’s not a mirage.
Wow, let’s give DK an attaboy for showing up on his own blog? An unscheduled sabbatical, like forever. MIA without notice.
Let’s give Anneli credit for my return, this being a far less ambitious adaption of her February effort, but hey, it’s Something.
The mood has been shifting anxiously between Renkl: “often it feels like the only thing left to do is rage against the dying of the light” and Murakami: “All that remained now was a sort of quiet resignation” and my recent fan boy affection for Charlotte Wood: “The beauty of being here is largely the silence, after all. Not having to explain, or endlessly converse.”
The Cove Island morning walks continue, despite the bitter cold. If I was counting, it would be 1,746 consecutive (almost) mornings. Like in a row. But who’s counting?!
It’s early morning Feb 10th, I’m heading to the cliff at The Cove. I’m standing in the spot taking the shot above, fingers numb from the cold, winds gusting up to 30 mph.
You Blue DK?
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