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And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. 🍃🍃
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Moments before sun sank into horizon, the huge cloud on upper right side couldn't be captured in full, it would have required a wider angle than 24mm used here.
Taylor drove Darla and I to Lake Monroe one day while we were visiting Bloomington. The lake itself is kind of dirty and the beaches are hard and littered, but we took some pictures and discovered a Boy Scout house.
"There’s simply no real substitute for physical presence.
We delude ourselves when we say otherwise, when we invoke and venerate “quality time,” a shopworn phrase with a debatable promise: that we can plan instances of extraordinary candor, plot episodes of exquisite tenderness, engineer intimacy in an appointed hour.
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But people tend not to operate on cue. At least our moods and emotions don’t. We reach out for help at odd points; we bloom at unpredictable ones. The surest way to see the brightest colors, or the darkest ones, is to be watching and waiting and ready for them.”
⋅—Frank Bruni’s wonderful New York Times essay on the myth of “quality time.”