Last night was a full moon. I miss my cameras, feel naked without them.
From the archives, 2006. Little blurry, I had to take the shot in a hurry to get the birds in.
un poco borrosa/desenfocada porque tuve que tomar la foto rápido para que los pájaros salieran
I give you a passage from Katherine Anne Porter’s short story “The Jilting of Granny Weatherhall”
I want you to pick all the fruit this year and see that nothing is wasted. There’s always someone who can use it. Don’t let good things rot for want of using. You waste life when you waste good food. Don’t let things get lost. It’s bitter to lose things. Now, don’t let me to thinking, not when I am tired and taking a little nap before supper…