This morning, looking up the valley to the north:
Yes, I know I'm overdoing the photos-of-dawn/dusk thing. I don't care. It's my camera, I get to play with it any way I want. In three weeks I'll be back in Madrid, there'll be a different kind of photo thing going on. Enjoy the Vermont sunrise/sunset business, 'cause soon I'll be flogging a whole other brand of image.
This morning: woke up early. Too f*#%ing early. 4 a.m., something like that. (A kind of waking up that's been FAR too frequent this last week or two. Grumble, grumble.) Got up to dump the ballast. Shuffled back to bed. Never really slipped back to sleep. Finally got up, pulled on clothes, grabbed the camera, went blearily outside to see what photo ops presented themselves.
I remain bleary, and need to get the day underway. (The day: car inspection, gym, errands, writing, blahblahblah. And an evening poker game, where I will be easy pickings unless I manage to unbleary myself. Which may turn out to be the project of the day.)
We'll see.
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Hours later --
This is what I do on days of bleariness like today: I crack myself up. I stumble along with in an adequately functional way, I spew blabberings with a bit less inhibition than normal. For instance: me at the gym, suffering my way to pumped-upness. One of the facility's trainers is stretching after a workout. A good guy; a limber, flexible son of a bitch. Standing on one foot, he raises his other leg until that ankle/foot are right up by his head, like a trained dancer might. Impressive. I'm watching this, I suddenly hear myself calling out, "You know, if you keep showing off like that, someone's gonna have to kick your ass." Soon as the words are out, it occurs to me the guy doesn't know me real well, it's conceivable he might not get that I'm just giving him a metaphoric elbow to the ribs. I'm hoping I don't pay for that crack at some future date. Still, people cackled, he smiled as he continued stretching in ways that, if I tried them, would produce massive internal injuries. All was well. (Hope I.)
Back outside post-gym. A seriously beautiful late autumn day -- patches of clouds sliding across blue, blue sky, brilliant sunlight coming and going through it all. Leaves swirling before the occasional breeze. Ideal day-before-Halloween weather.
On to the afternoon.
rws 8:27 AM [+]