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Walking. Just another Monday.

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Feb 26th.

Just another ordinary Monday morning, making it 1,392 consecutive (almost) days in a row on this daybreak walk at Cove Island Park. Like in a row.

I loiter around the park, it’s a brisk 35° F. I linger waiting for the sunrise. I take some shots, pause for a moment (sigh), peaceful easy feelings.

And then, The Day starts.

6:45 a.m. I’m driving home, down Weed Avenue. I pass the Swan nesting area; I pass the little cut outs where I would park to take shots before heading home. I’m rubber necking back out over the water. Stop DK. Stop. Look at that Sunrise. I drive to the stop light prepared to turn on Post Road and head home, when the Cove pulls me back. I need to go back.

I park (illegally) as I have hundreds of times, leave the car running on the two lane road (as I have hundreds of times), grab my camera (as I have hundreds of times), crawl over the guard rail and walk to the break wall (as I have hundreds of times).

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T.G.I.F: Here Comes The Sun…

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Here’s shot 1 at 6:10 a.m. in series of goose bump moments. More photos from this morning’s walk here.

“that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones” — Mary Oliver, from “White Owl Flies into And Out of the Field” in “Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver” (Penguin Press, October 10, 2017)

Here Comes The Sun…

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Here Comes the Sun. 32° F feels like 22° F, wind gusts up to 25 mph. 7:18 to 7:25 am. January 14, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.

Here Comes the Sun. 32° F feels like 22° F, wind gusts up to 25 mph. 7:18 to 7:28 am. January 14, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. Don’t miss the 10 minutes of sunrise magic here.

And then, there was snow.

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1st snowfall of 2024. 33° F, wind gusts up to 20 mph. 7:15 to 7:45 pm. January 6, 2024. More photos from this evening’s walk at Cove Island Park here.

A wee bit of relief from the anxiety tied to “The End of Snow“

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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Nor’easter @ Daybreak. 65° F feels like 57° F, heavy rain and wind gusts up to 45 mph. 7:00 am. December 18, 2023. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More shots from this morning’s walk here.

Inspired by: 

“I loved the rain as a child. I loved the sound of it on the leaves of trees and roofs and window panes and umbrellas and the feel of it on my face and bare legs. I loved the hiss of rubber tires on rainy streets and the flip-flop of windshield wipers. I loved the smell of wet grass and raincoats and the shaggy coats of dogs. A rainy day was a special day for me in a sense that no other kind of day was–a day when the ordinariness of things was suspended with ragged skies drifting to the color of pearl and dark streets turning to dark rivers of reflected light and even people transformed somehow as the rain drew them closer by giving them something to think about together, to take common shelter from, to complain of and joke about in ways that made them more like friends than it seemed to me they were on ordinary sunny days. But more than anything, I think, I loved rain for the power it had to make indoors seem snugger and safer and a place to find refuge in from everything outdoors that was un-home, unsafe. I loved rain for making home seem home more deeply.”

— Frederick Buechner, The Sacred Journey: A Memoir of Early Days (via Alive on All Channels)