Took Ivan to the beach yesterday to celebrate in a small way the ebbing of this tide of election insanity. Tragically, the pandemic is raging as we brace for a major family holiday in a few days. The paradox: stay home, wear a mask, see family and friends. The road ahead with vaccines on the horizon is short, but risky. People are fatigued by 2020. Mistakes will be made, chances taken. I view it as being close to an end of a military tour of duty. You’ll be out soon, but the enemy doesn’t know that…
I’ve been walking past this abandoned building in Carmel for ten years. Maybe it is a garage, or artist’s studio of historical importance, hence, there are often long delays in obtaining permits to fix it up. Recently I noticed a rusty folding chair has been placed in front, perhaps, for purposes of contemplation, or a sense of humor. Imagine the spiders that must be inside.
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When we rescued Teddy in March of 2015, her age wasn’t known, best guess is three or four. She’s a wonderful dog who runs the show, dictating when it is time to eat, walk and get petted. The above shot is of that time between these main events, a period of watchful boredom for her; i.e., she’ll be ready to go at a moment’s notice, or nap. If you’re looking for a dog, try a local rescue organization. It’s a dog’s “heart”, not pedigree, that matters.
“Get off that laptop,” or something like that is what Ivan is telling me this morning. Yes, it’s time for breakfast. Since Ivan doesn’t bark, he uses his eyes to talk to me. Very effective.
For most of the year cosmos flowers attracted bees and butterflies, but those days are gone with chilling nights, a low November sun and strong winds blowing more frequently off the Pacific Ocean. The cosmos stems get long and leggy in the search for sunlight. Winter will be soon. Life goes on with the election process and the pandemic gnawing at our psyches. Peace, please.
A leaf flutters from a tall tree,
Free for ten blinks of an eye.
He doesn’t see it rest gently
At his feet,
Having lost interest
To the consumption of time
He’ll never get back
In a forest he never
Wanted to be in.
Such is the fool’s way.
I thought the butterfly season was over until I saw a skipper practically glued to a lantana bush. Ran to get a camera. Click…a butterfly in mid-November.
Took Ivan for a walk at sunset yesterday–ended up taking a photo of another dog walker. Peace.