Since we don't eat turkey on Thanksgiving day, I don't mind sharing this photo. I took it within a week of getting my digital camera, in April of 2004, Zion National Park, Utah. I was inordinately proud of it at the time; I'm happy to say, I've mastered the technique better of late. But the message works, does it not?
This is another one of those stretches of time when I have a lot I want to blog about and not enough time to compose my thoughts. This afternoon I'm going to Lyric Opera of Chicago's production of Handel's Julius Caesar, about which I will doubtless intend to post afterwards. I also have a lot of thoughts to share on the matter of widowhood: within the last six months, three friends of my generation lost their husbands, suddenly, to the kinds of things that take husbands suddenly at our age. And I still plan to eulogize the great Elizabeth Wacondo, who passed away this last July. In spite of all the losses, a co-worker and his wife were expecting the arrival of their first child this weekend. The continuity is well worth ruminating about.
And, as always, I want to comment on the changing seasons and wolfdom in Yellowstone, and on a DVD made by the Thermal Biology Institute at Montana State University...
Since we don't eat turkey on Thanksgiving day, I don't mind sharing this photo. I took it within a week of getting my digital camera, in April of 2004, Zion National Park, Utah. I was inordinately proud of it at the time; I'm happy to say, I've mastered the technique better of late. But the message works, does it not?
