Space and time

Sunlight on ice

Galaxies in a small block of ice on the pond

It’s hard to believe that it’s almost December.  This year seemed to fly by.  Is time faster than the speed of light?  (I suppose if time was faster we’d be able to time travel.)  Sometimes it feels that way — much too fast.

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Thursday Travels: Leaving Prince Edward Island

I think this is the Covehead Lighthouse.  (Late afternoon, 6 June 2012.)

Well, here we are back on Prince Edward Island.  It’s just about time to say goodbye.  M and I had only one full day there, and we did as much as we could considering the weather.

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Wandering in the woods

Halcyon light

It’s been a while since I’ve wandered around in the woods at the back of the pond.  The earth around here is back to its natural boggy state, and sometimes getting down into the woods can be an adventure when the ground is wet and slippery.  I must have been in the mood for adventure this morning.

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A light dusting

We had a light dusting of snow overnight.  Looks like the weather folks were right for a change.  Good for them.

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A whirlwind weekend

Walking the dog

So.  How was your weekend?  Mine went by so quickly that I’m still trying to catch my breath.

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Wishing you…

Somewhere in Pennsylvania. October 2012.

By the time this scheduled post goes out, I will be somewhere in Pennsylvania, heading east towards New Jersey to spend Thanksgiving Day with family.  The house-sitter should be all settled in, ready to enjoy a few days by the pond and with the kitties.  She’s going to have some nice weather.  It should be nice back east too.

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Checking in with November

A misty November morning

I do an awful lot of thinking and dreaming about things in the past and the future — the timelessness of the rocks and the hills — all the people who have existed there.  I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.  Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.

~ Andrew Wyeth

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