Another American Adventure: Sunrise on the canal

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Sunrise on the canal

I rather like this photo of the canal where Jubilee and I walk every morning at sunrise. Lately the reflection in the water has been especially vivid.

On another front I've had a mishap. The official story is too boring so I'll just say that I fell off my motorcycle and have "road rash" on the right side of my face. It's going to be a heck of a black eye.

3 comments:

Sally ClayFebruary 2, 2011 at 2:24 PM
Yikes, sorry about your accident. Hope you don't have too much of a shiner. The reflection in the canal is beautiful.
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BarbaraFebruary 2, 2011 at 5:19 PM
OMG, I hope you heal soon and have no residual pain.

It is a gorgeous photo! Everything here is just whited out.
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beth cioffolettiFebruary 3, 2011 at 5:48 AM
I feel nostalgic that I am missing all that dramatic weather. John said that it was snowing sideways last night. Looks to be about 7 degrees there this morning.
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"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.