Breaking for lunch

[rolanni]

So, I've written some, and taken an evening walk to shake up the brain cells.  I think I'll have lunch now, rather than trying to remember to interrupt myself again, in an hour.

Miles on the day thus far:  5.  That's pretty good.  It's easier to walk in town.  I may have said that before.

Speaking of walking, and of cameras that run out of batteries at inopportune moments. . .

This morning, besides depriving me of a picture of Bo, who was certainly the single most photogenic thing I've seen in town so far, I lost the opportunity of. . .

A youngish, but no longer young woman, with longish and bedraggled too-blonde hair, wearing a pink OOB sweatshirt and shorts.  She's at the sad beginning of a day following a bitter night, and she's sitting on the  concrete ledge of a building at the end of a parking lot, huddled over her cigarette like it's her last ray of hope.  Next to her on the wall of the building is a sign:  Dead End 

. . .

On this evening's walk, camera-less (Yes, yes, I could have taken the big camera, but it's...big, and I can't hold it steady anymore.  The little camera has shake control.), I passed a tree that has woven its roots in and threw through a stone wall that's keeping a small hill from sliding across the sidewalk.  I'm going to have to walk that way again, with a camera; it was Absolutely Amazing.

...and with that, I'm getting that sandwich, and then I'm getting back to work.

I hope everybody has a good evening.

Comments

Catless, Steveless

[sjalford.livejournal.com]

When Steve visits next, why not have him bring you the cat of your choice? With accompanying supplies and toys, of course. That way you wouldn't be lonely and would be Properly Supervised in your creative efforts.

Re: Catless, Steveless

[rolanni.livejournal.com]

Well...because one of the conditions of the (sub) lease is "no pets." Granted, it doesn't say "no stockholders," but I don't expect either of the other two sides of this arrangement to understand the fine points.