i love a foggy morning. with the fog, there's a hush, a dampening of the noise of the world. out of the fog comes, most strangely, a kind of clarity. likely due to the stillness and the quiet - we finally breathe deeply and our heads clear in the silence. as i wandered the yard, taking these photos, only a few minutes ago, the only sound (other than the occasional crow of one of our many roosters), was the occasional plop of big drops falling from the trees. it brought such a feeling of calm over me.
i find my thoughts already turning to the end of the year and to the new year ahead, from what has been to what may yet be. looking towards what may be approaching out of the fog, but feeling quite unafraid of it, instead, looking forward with a tingle of excitement that comes of the stirrings of imagination as to what may be.
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slavoj zizek is a lunatic. he keeps his clothes in the kitchen cupboards.
(hmm, might be worth pondering why i feel that's a symptom of lunacy.)
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it was time someone said this about anthropologie.
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the e boards: Education (a shared board, work-related, hence the capital letter), environmentally conscious. ethnic. excess of eggs.
3 comments:
Howling shrill cutting west wind here, contributing to my already discombobulated and chaotic head. But your photos perfectly relay that calm - envious.
Get writing!
Like you E-board a lot, especially the poster with the words that J. put up!
Our first snow this morning creates the same hush, the same atmosphere for sorting thoughts.
And yes, there is a novel in you. I am sure of it. (((smile))))
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