Musings

I liked the patterns in this composition, and I didn’t want to use a flash, hence the wildly grainy image. I’m trying to read “better” literature; the book is the library’s “The Lost Weekend” (1944) by Charles R. Jackson. And, yes, if you have a long memory, it was made into a movie in 1945, directed by Billy Wilder, and starring Ray Milland, who won an Academy Award for his portrayal of the alcoholic Don Birnam. The film won Best Director, Best Picture, and Best Screenplay, too.

Returning from an errand, I waited to turn left, third in line. I watched the heavy, metal, left-turn sign hanging from the cable above flip one-third of the way up in the wind. And swing.

I was very glad I was not stopped below the cable and the sign, and I did eye the sign more than the light as I waited.

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Traveled in a new plane—or at least a new interior, with touch screens on the back of the seats in coach. In coach!

Nice flight data package, and a wide selection of movies and shows and other bits to watch or listen to—at the command of each flyer. I saw “Enough Said” (2013)…not a complex story line, depending on acting to carry it; I enjoyed it. Good flight movie.

Good Left Coast visit; also: glad to be home.

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I think I like Chihuly’s glass pieces best set in nature. I had thought the opposite until today, when we visited the museum here in SEA. I did like the complex presentations with multiple pieces—making their own garden, essentially, and single well-lit pieces, too.

Well, maybe I should conclude that glass, simply, can be fascinating….

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This afternoon Mother Nature did her magic and cleared the sky for a bit. As dusk was arriving, the clouds came in, but we could still see the Olympics across the Sound.

This is approximately the same view as on Thursday.

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Did short bits of this and that, got in a walk and looked for a hole in the overcast, but only saw a hint of it; this is from yesterday at Mukilteo. The way I see it, any town with an exciting name like Mukilteo deserves mention.

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Loving the shades of grey. I found the overall composition more pearly than ashy. But maybe it’s more slate-grey than anything else.

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Found a few exceptionally large trees today (compared to most in the greater neighborhood), protected by, of all things, a cemetery. Of course, at some point the top got blown out of this one, and several other tall trees here, by the winds….

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There’s this idea that time could be suspended, maybe that life hits pause in some mysterious way at some perplexing and somewhat unpredictable Moment. I propose that this may happen when you wait with the dinging bells and flashing lights for a train to pass at a crossing.

Or maybe it’s that when the sky is overcast and the clouds are lowering, the regular, accustomed Time is…not what you experience.

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Love the two sisters in the left foreground.

I hear archery has become quite popular among the younger set. Proof here.

The amount of gear needed is more than you’d think. The bow (fancy, er, compared to Back In My Day), the arrows, of course. But also the quiver, and a belt or shoulder strap for the quiver. At least two gizmos for your fingers. A bow-string stretcher/facilitator. Arm guard. Notebook (requirement for class, to record what you worked on during each session). A clicker-counter (unused while we were there; not sure what it’s for). Some folks had alignment gizmos (my guess as to function) that included a y-shaped tubular metal dealie along with a calibrated t-shaped thingamabob.

Do we call these fancy (calibrated) bows devices?

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Two big excitements today: huge, giant soft snowflakes, and the elk came to visit—meaning to rest and chew cuds.

Gorgeous! Wondrous!

And then the temps rose and the snow turned to rain.

Still the elk rested and chewed.

They stayed three hours, then stood and shook like giant wet dogs, and moseyed on.

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