Tag: traffic lights in the rain

Playing with Darkness and Light

Dear Liza,

It gets dark very early now, and the high temperatures are in the 40s during the day, and 30s at night. We are doing a lot more indoor activities. We made rum balls to send to Mr. Murphy, and cookies for neighbors are up next. I am making Christmas presents for friends and family. We are wrapping everything!

But every now and then, I just need to get out and wander. This morning I did a lap of Laurelhurst Park, hunting for just the right stick for Cousin Kestrel’s present, which I will show you tomorrow, if it gets finished.

The sunlight was very pretty coming through the trees.

This evening, after a day of sewing and sending packages off from our newly -found favorite Post Office , I headed out again, and discovered that all lights are pretty on a cold wet night.

I love being able to find beauty in ordinary things. My Dad, your great grandpa Lowell, would stop and stare at a shadow, or the line of a tree, just to appreciate how pretty it was.

His early example, and all the artists in my life, allow me to see what is right in front of me. Have a good day!

Love,

Grandma Judy

Chilly Laurelhurst

Dear Liza,

You knew I couldn’t stay inside forever, didn’t you?

View down the Ravine

Yesterday afternoon, after two days baking, writing, sewing and listening to music in the house, I went out for a walk. It wasn’t even four o’clock yet, but it was very much going-on-dark.

I carried the umbrella, because it was raining, but it mostly got in the way of me looking up at the trees. I folded it up.

Reflections

The park wasn’t empty. There were couples and singles, out walking. Mostly without dogs, which is unusual, and no joggers at all. Maybe the ground was too slick for them.

Poetic not-quite-solitude

I like walking by myself sometimes, because I can think my own thoughts and not worry about trying anyone’s patience as I take six pictures of the same tree. Dark, rainy afternoons are especially good for this.

Branches forming a halo

On the way home I enjoyed watching the traffic signals reflecting on the wet road. What a pretty planet we live on!

Even the traffic signals are pretty!

Love,

Grandma Judy