Claire Messud’s The Woman Upstairs
Okay, so what if, instead of making a big deal out of not having time to write a decent review, I just churn out a few posts giving quick impressions of some of the most…
View PostOkay, so what if, instead of making a big deal out of not having time to write a decent review, I just churn out a few posts giving quick impressions of some of the most…
View PostWhat a difference light makes! Above, the absence of sunlight mimics the flatness I felt over the past few days. Below (and in other photosI posted last week) the same maple tree demonstrates a lively…
View PostNot sure what the triggers are, but I’ve been feeling flat lately. Heavy, blue-ish, verging disconcertingly close to the feeling that precedes the bout of depression I suffer occasionally, and that Itried writing about last…
View PostJust one small red Japanese maple and some late afternoon sunlight. And warmth and birdsong (which you, sadly, can’t hear in these photos even if I can remember it clearly) and the honeyed fragrance of…
View PostSaturday morning, I woke at 5. Again. Annoying, but at least it gave me an hour’s running time before our 8:30 ferry to Vancouver. A good thing because I was carrying some anxiety over an…
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