July 12, 2026

Sunday, I love Sundays, for some reason I let myself off the hook on Sunday.

I spent most of the morning trying to wrap myself around the idea of living on one floor in my house. I don't really understand why I'm having a hard time giving up my little bedroom.  It's not attractive.  It's very me and cozy and safe. Everything is about safety these days.  All of a sudden there is a concern about being safe.

I went down to the canal around noon.  There were seven heron hanging out.  At first I thought maybe a couple of them were not great blues, but then I realized that at least four of them are very young.  Some rookery has dispersed and four young ones were in the canal today trying hard to catch their own meals.  I watched something slide down a neck.  

All of the wood ducks and mallard 

familiies are pretty well grown, but  they are still sticking together.  There are several circles of three quarter grown ducks spotted all over.

I wish I could have gotten out of the car and closer to them.  There was still one tiny family of wood ducks, I wanted to get close enough to photograph a duckling for Eliza.  

The lily pads are blooming and the wildflowers are crazy big.   The entire waterway looks like a Monet.  Noon isn't always a good time to be there, but today it was brilliant.

Fun taking photos.  Didn't write anything worth sharing.  Talked to a couple of friends.  Had a little food.  Missed other friends.  I'm getting used to the idea that 2026 is gonna be a year of medical journeys and that I may have to wait until 2027 to get my next book completed.   

Send good energy my way tomorrow as I try to get everything organized and prepared.  I also have to think about how I will finish off the blog, can I just keep posting when I can, or should I try to atleast keep a narraive going?  Photos are going to get awfully boring when I'm recouping.  Maybe I'll start a project  of still lifes.