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This is my Sunday planning session. Who needs packed lunches on which days, which extra things will be needed. Usually I can only think one week ahead but this week I am also planning Christmas dinner so I've got the recipe books and magazines out for that.
My macro lens is also on the table because that is coming with me flower hunting this afternoon.
The roses are from the garden. I think they must be the last of the rose harvest this year. Even this seems ridiculously late.
I haven't planned for 2018 yet. That is too far ahead and my diary doesn't go that far.
The feral cats in the colony by the lake are bound to their dens due to the deep snow. The winds blowing snow off the ice covered lake change the landscape by the day and deepen the snowpack and drifts on the lee of the boulder field. They manage to peer out of openings between the boulders and seem to be able to travel in tunnels under the boulders for short distances. This girl perched just outside her den to see who is visiting the park is located right near a food cache. I am concerned about a few of the others because I haven't seen them for several days. After the last snowstorm a drift covered the food tray but I stopped by the next day and put down more food so although they're trapped and unable to roam about most of them are getting enough calories to survive the bitter cold. If there is a warmup and another freeze they will be able to walk on the icy crust that forms on the surface of the snowpack.
Aachen, Gemany, 2012
at the grumpy ice cream guy's shop
the ice creams are amazing though...
Canon MC on paradies
"The sea heaves up, hangs loaded o'er the land, Breaks there, and buries its tumultuous strength."
Robert Browning Hamilton
Now, where's your picket fence, love?
And where's that shiny car?
And did it ever get you far?
You never seemed so tense, love
I've never seen you fall so hard
Do you know where you are?
And truth be told, I miss you (I miss you)
And truth be told, I'm lyin'
I realized this morning that for a long time I lived, for the most part, in my own head. I didn't experience anything fully. What I remember from that period of my life is not what I did, but instead what I was remembering and trying to relive from my past.
But now, finally, I'm a participant in my own destiny.
Thank god. And so what if I wasted my 20's? My 30's are a lot better.