And here I go, 1,292 consecutive (almost) days on this daybreak morning walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.

There she stood on the dock, a Great Blue Heron, vigilant, stoic, absorbing a light drizzle.Waiting. Waiting. Waiting for what?

I walk.

Compared to yesterday’s magical sunrise, today, TODAY, was just painfully uninspiring —  with the bonus of rain spitting all over the camera gear. It took all of me, all that I had, to keep forward motion and not take a u-turn back to the exit.

I walk.

A supersized BK soft drink cup lay on the path, teethmarks on the recyclable straw where the pollutant ingested the soda. Trash bins everywhere around this park, yet here it is.  “I’m still willing to buy that life is beautiful if you dress it up right, that people are basically good, or that love can save you. I still want to believe.” (Jonathan Evison, Again and Again ) Continue reading “Walking. It is so easy to forget…” →