
the best of times, the worst of times
Some time in September, perhaps it was the second week, the morning skies were a cloud-free blue, and the sun’s light danced on the sea. Perhaps you don’t remember. I remember because on those mornings I drove down to the sea, and swam. I took pictures each time, even though the scene was the same every day, because each time I was amazed anew at … Continue reading the best of times, the worst of times