Stormy days ahead around here. Time to stay put reading a good book. Or go out and catch some herring?
“In March the soft rains continued, and each storm waited courteously until its predecessor sunk beneath the ground.”
“I belong to a lost generation and am comfortable only in the company of others who are lost and lonely.”
This sentiment comes up once in a while. Writing from the quiet of my living room… Reading the stories of others in distant places.
when you look at your collection of shoes (mukluks, Xtra Tuffs, Tevas, ski boots, winter mountaineering boots) and gloves (fleece, neoprene, GoreTex, wool mittens) and decide to go with the Tevas and no gloves to go on a bike ride to town to pay your taxes.
Hallelujah, it’s tax season. Take my hard earned money and spend it on a beautiful wall.
“The art of taxation consists of plucking the goose so as to obtain the most feathers with the least hissing.”
“The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night.”
It took a partially cloudy night, a full moon, and a brief power outage to realize the beauty of a moonlit night. Many nights have been filled with darkness and humidity in all shapes and degrees. Clouds, rain, and snow obscured the million dollar views, or the lack of ambient light just kept everything in the dark. Having the lights on in the house also does not help, since my eyes are not adapted to see what’s going on outside.
So, a little hiccup in our power facility let the lights go out, which is a bit unsettling at first, since you never know how long it will last, and I never can remember where I left my flashlight last.
After a while my eyes adapt and I see a faint shimmering light outside. What is that?
A patch in the night sky opens up. The moonlight hits the mountain range across from my house and is reflected back into the clouds hovering above the mountain tops.
There are moony(?) and shady sides, almost like during the day. Except, I can see stars flicker in the sky.
I manage to setup my camera, put everything in manual mode and 10 seconds later I have “Rainbow Glacier in Moonlight”.
15 minute later the power comes back on and I don’t have to worry that my salmon in the freezer will go back, the water pump will stop and my pipes will burst, and most importantly the internet goes down and I cannot share this magic moment.
Thank you AP&T.
Yasunari Kawabata received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1968 and committed suicide in 1972. It took him 13 years to write one of his novels “Snow Country”, which plays in a hot spring resort in the West of Japan, one of the snowiest places on Earth.
“The time is always right
to do the right thing.”
Martin Luther King Jr.
There are not enough Martin Luther King Days to remember all the profound words of this great man.
Do something wonderful,
people may imitate it.