Shifting Light

I'm surprised when I click on my blog and see how many days have passed between posts.

This trend has not been a conscious decision. 

Not having a camera definitely contributed to it, as does the encroachment of 

Dietland preproduction on my schedule.

And there's another factor:

The domestic and global upheaval in our world, underscored by daily calamitous breaking news stories makes it harder to write trivial bucolic posts.

The world has changed since I started this blog.  

I've changed.

But this period also coincides with a new richness in my life and level of gratification

that hushes my need for introspection.

I forge on, trying to hone my voice, my eye in an every changing time, internally and externally. 

I will continue to document and see what emerges.

That brings me to today. 

First Sunday in October.

Nine days before I leave for NY.

So much to do, to organize, to pack.

I give in to living in a transitional space.

After hours of filling cardboard boxes with accumulated stuff.

I take a much needed break, a few hours dedicated to forgetting everything that has to be done.

We take a late afternoon walk in the warm light with our cameras.

We laugh.  He really makes me laugh.  And smile.  Lots.