OH! WHAT A FEELING

 

She is the first one I see and speak to every morning and on most occasions the one I last take leave from at night.

We understand each other perfectly, which is nice.  Everyone needs someone like that in their life and we are never cross with each other.

She sleeps more than she used to (although it’s hard to notice this with a cat, I pay close attention to her because we share an office) and I am also sleepier these days (but not these nights).

When she stretches out to be scratched and stroked, the feeling is extraordinary.

She is often misunderstood.  That is the way it is with geniuses.

  

Gregory Isaacs: Oh! What A Feeling (Link)

 

 

SHADOW

My house would look a lot like this right now if there were more moonlight.  This isn’t  a moonshadow house like the one in Tuxedo (that’s what the realtors should have called it in their brochure, instead of the idiotic Italianate name they picked, Tramonto), but it can be wondrous at the apex of Chester County. You can’t help thinking about the Valley Forge regiments and the tree-houses they built for observation and surveillance.

7:30 pm last night, when the snow began falling heavily and steadily, mine was the only car on Sugartown Road.  Proceeding carefully east and returning two miles west, there wasn’t too much slipping and sliding, and no one would have noticed anyway.  Except for some mild arguing, silence then, and nothing until a just few minutes ago when grasping the stair rail and descending, the bells on the floor around the Christmas tree rang out on their own.  Pansy varies her activities, but she checks in every single day.   

Three photographs by Alvin Langdon Coburn:  Top – Shadows, 1903; Center, Hyde Park Corner, 1911;  Bottom: Winter, 1901.

John Cage: In A Landscape (Link)