So, I’ve written some, and taken an evening walk to shake up the brain cells. I think I’ll have lunch now, rather than trying to remember to interrupt myself again, in an hour.
Miles on the day thus far: 5. That’s pretty good. It’s easier to walk in town. I may have said that before.
Speaking of walking, and of cameras that run out of batteries at inopportune moments. . .
This morning, besides depriving me of a picture of Bo, who was certainly the single most photogenic thing I’ve seen in town so far, I lost the opportunity of. . .
A youngish, but no longer young woman, with longish and bedraggled too-blonde hair, wearing a pink OOB sweatshirt and shorts. She’s at the sad beginning of a day following a bitter night, and she’s sitting on the concrete ledge of a building at the end of a parking lot, huddled over her cigarette like it’s her last ray of hope. Next to her on the wall of the building is a sign: Dead End
. . .
On this evening’s walk, camera-less (Yes, yes, I could have taken the big camera, but it’s…big, and I can’t hold it steady anymore. The little camera has shake control.), I passed a tree that has woven its roots in and
threw through a stone wall that’s keeping a small hill from sliding across the sidewalk. I’m going to have to walk that way again, with a camera; it was Absolutely Amazing.
…and with that, I’m getting that sandwich, and then I’m getting back to work.
I hope everybody has a good evening.