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I suppose my three or four readers have given up on me lately, given my lack of posts. But I'm almost able to see the light at the end of my latest work crunch, and by the middle of next week I'll be moving into my "reduced" (regular) work phase as opposed to the "accelerated" phase that comes four times a year, two months prior to each new Writing Salon session. Wahoo!
Last night at around 7:30 p.m. Jack insisted that I close the laptop lid, turn off the drone of the TV that I wasn't even really watching, and go sit on the porch looking out onto the backyard. He said it was still warm outside, with no wind whatsoever, and that the moon would be coming up soon. I doubted that it was still warm out (I hadn't set foot outside all day and had no sense of the weather), but I semi-reluctantly acquiesced. He poured us some beer, lit a candle in a lantern, and lo, it WAS still warm... and still, and the waning moon did rise up, almost full, a lovely ivory with a hint of yellow.
We chatted and sipped, Olivia sat at our feet, and we could hear the summery voices of people passing by, just beyond the fence. I felt the urge to run back upstairs and get my camera and try to take a few night shots, maybe some that included Jack, but in the end I just stayed put. There will be other evenings for exploring night photography (as opposed to my usual daylight shots of, say, beautiful brick walls — the kind that we come up against almost every day).