Each pine at dusk lodges the bird of its voice perpendicular and still the forest indifferent to history tearless as stone repeats in tremulous excitement the ancient story of the sun going down. John Berger from “And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos” New Yorker – Postscript: John Berger, 1926 – 2017: http://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/postscript-john-berger-1926-2017
New Year’s Eve: the final sunset of 2016
My oldest and I went to a location we hadn’t been to before to play Pokémon. We were able to catch the sunset which set about 4:49 PM.
Happy Winter Solstice! The reason for the season. The Winter Solstice heralds the symbolic rebirth of the Sun, the lengthening of days, and the promise of renewed life. I would have liked to appreciate the winter solstice sunset from somewhere cold and with snow. But here in Pacifica it was a warm 61 degrees and…… Continue reading Winter Solstice 2016
It is 5:16 AM. Today I have an all day travel industry event and must leave very early so my morning ‘me time’ is cut very short. These things can be a bit draining but also great opportunities to do a lot of networking. Needless to say I’m looking forward to tomorrow which is Friday.…… Continue reading Journal Entry – 10.20.2016
Sunset in fog bank and Sturgeon (Corn) Moon. Moon is colored orange, most likely by the wildfires going on right now in California. “When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator. – Mahatma Gandhi.