The evening constitutional

Like many writers, I find a walk enormously helpful. It’s such a lovely time of year for it here: everything’s in riotous decadence. I kept finding little metaphors for the creative process in nature tonight, like these weird berries doing their own weird thing on a borrowed structure:


Whenever I see a rogue roadside apple tree, I imagine it grew from someone throwing an apple core out a car window. This one looks like a crabapple, so it probably sprung from more conventional methods, but it’s still pretty rogue and a nice reminder that ideas bear fruit unexpectedly:


One of the nice things about living in the country is being always aware of the distance, of the play between light and dark, between foreground and background:



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