There are a bunch of trees down in our neighborhood. Lightening struck a neighbor's tree, cracked it in half and this hundred-year-old tree-half fell toward their house. Not a single leaf touched the house, but there was only a breath of clearance.
A friend called this morning to check on me and make sure I was okay. I was walking through the post-storm wreckage at the time and I still had no idea what she was talking about.
Oh, right. Yes. We are fine.
I should say that I was walking to our neighborhood coffee shop to have lunch. Because I don't walk well without a purpose. What is our destination? What is our distance goal? What is our mission for this particular outing? Just taking a walk? This causes me great and inexplicable angst.
I took an audio self-guided walking tour of Quebec city with my spouse a number of years ago. It was when we first realized how very different our travel styles are.
My travel partner kept lingering at a site long after the audio description was over. I was on to the next thing. It was not long before I started fast-forwarding through the narration to find out what was coming next so we could keep moving. I think he had something more relaxing in mind.
This, I realized, is a reason that my having a manual-focus camera again will be a good, good, thing. Because I can have a purpose of looking for images. I can go for a walk to find trees and flowers and take pictures of my children playing. And unlike my other crafty hobbies it gets me up and moving. And I am a control freak who has always been skeptical of point-and-shoot cameras (how do they know what I want to take a picture of?)
Took a tour of the yard today and captured this charming wildflower. Saw neighbors out with chainsaws. I guess the one that was split by lightening caught fire and went up like a torch before the rain put it out and it split toward the house. Yikes. So, thanks for checking. I am fine.
Quaker, teacher, parent,