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As you can tell from my blog, I never tire of taking pictures of the morning sky, either from my porch, when the leaves have fallen and the lawn is snow filled, or from the lake's edge, as I did this morning. The sky is never the same, constantly changing even from minute to minute as today's pictures show; they are taken perhaps ten minutes apart, each time drawing me outside to take another shot. Even now I am tempted as the sun has peaked through the clouds, filling the living room, almost blinding me as I sit writing. What a difference from this morning when I arose, about 5:30, to a pitch black sky, lit solely by a misty, cloudy moon. It was 48 degrees outside when I got up, a fall sky, as you can see, and the fisherman in the cottages were stirring, ready to launch their boats as it seems there is a tournament this weekend.
We watched the Ed Helms movie CEDAR RAPIDS Wednesday night, for some odd reason, then found THE REMAINS OF DAY last night on Showtime, a movie I have seen at least five times. What a difference, one vulgar, stupid, idiotic, perfect for today's puerile audience, I suppose, the other thoughtful, slow moving, intelligent, wonderfully acted, directed and shot, with not a hint of sex or violence, yet poignant, filled with irony, as Stevens, the butler, slowly realizes his life has been a sham. It's almost too terrible to watch, as he slowly becomes aware of his master's Nazi sympathies, the weakness of his code, the emptiness of his life without love. What a wonderful movie, even a better book (I have taught it at least three or four times). And to watch it after CEDAR RAPIDS is like the difference between potty talk at a day care center and learned, adult conversation in a college classroom.
Great pix. Good idea to sequence the pix. I never get tired of pix of the lake!
ReplyDeletelove your photos.
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