descent: des|cent; An act of moving downwards, dropping, or falling (OED)
In Italy’s Cinque Terre, villages are so precariously perched on the edge of cliffs, that fishermen and pleasure boaters are required to lower their crafts into the harbour using this pulley system.
After saying good-morning to my (very spoiled) chickens, I turn back toward the house and this is what I saw. A late October drama playing out between the dark cloud in the west and the early morning sun, punctuated by that glorious maple tree. One of those “stop and take a breath” moments.
To The Lighthouse – Virginia Woolf
I took this photo a week ago, while taking in Halifax’s Nocturne (Art-at-Night) Festival. So atmospheric!! I think it lends itself to Virginia Woolf…..
For this week’s Photo Challenge, stimulate your creative process and imagine which of your images you would like to see gracing the cover of a book, an album, or a magazine.
It was an enchanting scene:
I was perched about three rows up, in the Richard Bradshaw Amphitheatre, a three-story high space surround by walls of glass overlooking the corner of University and Queen St. in the heart of Toronto. It was a warm mid-day at the end of September, the trees still green and leafy. At the intersection, the pulse of the city throbbed with vehicles, cyclists, and swarms of pedestrians all moving to the beat of traffic lights. Inside, I was wedged onto my bench between two obviously seasoned concert goers. The effect was at once, both intimate and expansive.
The real magic happened when the Micheal Shand Trio began to play. The effect of jazzy musical energy filling that environment and perfectly complimenting the scene outside was magnificent. The concert lasted a little less than an hour….but I’ve been re-living it ever since. Magic!!
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep – Rumi
The topic of distractions came up this weekend. The boys were home from university for the holiday weekend, but although they were here at home, they seemed constantly distracted by their studies. That is to say, it is mid-term time and so they both had a lot of work to do…preparing papers, reviewing, preparing for tests, and so on. That’s what they said, anyway. The thing is, they didn’t actually do any of that. Oh sure, the lap-tops were open, text books and sheets of loose leaf accumulated here and there, index cards were shuffled. But I didn’t see any actual studying or writing going on.
Now, don’t get me wrong…I’m not criticizing. They are both good students, with the marks to prove it. Whatever it is they “do” seems to be working. But it got me wondering about that very human trait of procrastination … fueled by distraction. I recalled that when I was in university, and in the midst of writing a paper (or facing some other deadline) my distraction was house cleaning. Yup! House cleaning…as in: “I’ll write the next section, just as soon as a clean the bathroom. I mean, the bathroom REALLY needs cleaning – right now!” Sometime I fought the urge to clean and sometimes I gave into it. But motivated? Heck yeah! I was driven to it… at that very moment I felt compelled to scrub! The interesting thing is it was the only time I felt so compelled to clean.
I’ve seen their apartment. So I know they haven’t inherited that particular compulsion.
Son #1 pointed out that his distractions are by far more entertaining. There’s YouTube, e-mail, the internet, Facebook, (not to mention the good old XBox) etc., now to tempt otherwise hardworking students. Entertaining….yeah. And infinite, too! But it can’t as productive as a clean shower. Or can it?
“I see Skies of Blue and Clouds of White…Bright Blessed Days, and Dark Sacred Nights…
And I think to myself…What a Wonderful World!”
– Louis Armstrong