Saturday Morning

Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind.
Air that flowers held
for awhile…
So these moments count for a lot—peace, you know.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up.
Cool, cool minutes.
No one stirring, no plans. Just being there.
This is what the whole thing is about.

William Stafford, from “Just Thinking” in Allegiances


Notes:

  • Poem Source, thank you Beth via Alive on All Channels
  • DK Photo @ 5:15am today @ Cove Island Park.  More pictures from this morning’s walk here.

Walking in ‘ett ögonblick’

So it had to come. It was only a matter of time. 

It’s been 1,129 consecutive (sort of, almost, consecutive) days on this morning walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.

Yet, most recent mornings at the Park were absorbed by this little family. I scrapped the walk, ignored my step counts, and stood to watch them start their day. Are they up yet? Having breakfast?  It’s been one month of cygnet posts, coincidently, one month to the day when I shared “Guess who has arrived?!?!?!” 

I stopped by the nest. High tide had swamped it, and washed away all the straw that Mom and Dad had so carefully constructed for the nest.

Embers flickering, I’m inhaling smoke from the Canadian wildfires. I couldn’t find them. A mallard, yes. A scruffy gosling, yes. But no cygnet. And no swans. And all that I seemed to have left were these lines from Szilvia Molnar:

At any given moment, it was a necessity. Funny how quickly I had lost the idea of “any given moment.” Momentum implying something similar to “movement, motion, moving power” but also “alteration, change” over a “short time,” having a longer duration than “an instant,” ett ögonblick, a blink of an eye. As a puff of smoke giving in to air, I watched the moment disappear from me.

My cygnet and his parents were gone.

And, Take 14…not sure about ugly, but light, oh yes.

“I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may – light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.”

— John Constable (1776 – 1837) in “Life and Letters of John Constable” by Charles Robert Leslie (Chapman and Hall, 1896). Quote is found in a letter that Constable wrote to his friend and fellow artist John Fisher in 1821. In the letter, Constable is discussing his views on landscape painting, and he argues that the artist should not be afraid to paint ugly things, because the right use of light, shade, and perspective can make even the most ordinary object beautiful. (Constable Quote via Alive on All Channels)

See more pictures from this morning’s walk of the Cygnet with Mom on FB here.

T.G.I.F.


Morning photos from Daybreak Walk @ Cove Island Park. Egrets & Cygnet here.

And, Take 12…TGIF

See more pictures from this morning’s walk of the Cygnet with Mom on FB here.

And, Take 10…Sunday Morning

See more pictures of the Cygnet with Mom and Dad on FB here. Goslings in formation with Mom and Dad here. And daybreak shots here on this morning’s walk at Cove Island Park.

And, Take 9…

See more pictures of the Cygnet with Mom and Dad on FB here. And daybreak shots here on this morning’s walk at Cove Island Park.

And, Take 8…

See more pictures the Cygnet with Mom and Dad on FB here. And daybreak shots here on this morning’s walk at Cove Island Park.

And, Take 7…

See more pictures the Cygnet with Mom and Dad on FB here. And daybreak shots here on my walk at Cove Island Park.

Take 6…

See more pictures from this morning’s walk @ Cove Island Park. More of the Cygnet and his Mom and Dad on FB here. And egrets here. And daybreak shots here.

Take 5…

See more pictures of the Cygnet and his Mom and Dad on FB here.

Fuzzy-Wuzzy


Goslings. 5:45 am, May 12, 2023. Stamford, CT. More gosling photos from this morning here.

Take 4…

See more pictures of the Cygnet and Mom and Dad on FB here. And moonlight shots from this morning’s walk here.

Take 3

See more pictures of the cygnet and Mom and Dad here. And other shots from this morning’s walk here.

Morning Mom. I’m hungry…

See more pictures of the cygnet and Mom and Dad here. And moon shots from this morning’s walk here.

Guess who has arrived?!?!

See more pictures of the cygnet and Mom and Dad here. And moon shots from this morning’s walk here.

Walking. And walking. And walking.

So, here we are. 1095 consecutive (almost) days on this morning walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.

And but for Paul pointing it out yesterday, I would have missed this Large milestone. On May 5th, it was 3 years on this daily walk, I mean 3 years, I don’t even need to count the damn days. It’s been 3 years.

And it’s just like DK, not to ponder how he’s changed, what’s changed, and not to reflect upon all the good that’s come out of this….but to focus on the edges of some nonsense. Paul had to remind me. Can you believe that? I’m forgetting a lot of important sh*t, and don’t even know it.

Every 100 feet or so, my hand reaches for the camera, and then gently sets it back to rest on my shoulder. I’m seeing Nothing worthy. All I see, is Same. Been here. Saw that. Done that. Tired of that. Posted that. 1095 days, on the same track, what do you expect?

I walk.

Stewing. Tired. Dragggggging. Wally’s snoozing. Susan will be asleep for another 2 hours. And here I am traipsing around a worn out track.

Mary Louise Kelly’s Act III: “Act III is the one where it dawns on us that there may not be an infinite number of acts, that we’d best get on with making the most of this one. Which prompts a delightful, nerve-racking question or two: What now? What next?”

I walk. [Read more…]

Saturday Morning


Photos from this morning’s walk @ Cove Island Park.  Moon over Cove Island Park photos here. And daybreak sunrise photos here.

The A-Team

Wally and our grand-dog Sully.

Our Frenchie Brothers.

Top image is a photo from March 5, 2023.

Bottom image is a wonderful painting by Carol Tamplin, commissioned by our great friend Jan.  What an amazing gift Jan! Thank you.

Of course we believe in fortune cookies.


Fortune Cookie Photo: Thank you Joan Perry. Thank you Ray for sharing. Pictures from this morning’s walk here.

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