A Moment to Myself

It is 2:05 on a Monday afternoon and I just woke up from a nap.  I needed a nap.  I spent over two hours running fifteen miles in the cold mist this morning as part of my marathon training.  It sounds torturous, but it was exactly what I wanted to do on my day off from work.

I’ve also been reading and writing today.  No laundry or cleaning.  No trips to the grocery, bank or Target.  Just me being me for a few hours.  Very nice.

Speaking of reading, last year I had the pleasure of meeting a local young adult fiction writer, Meghan Pearsall.  She is a co-author of Sundial, a book I bought from Amazon and recently reviewed.  It’s a sci-fi/romance novel and a well-done first publication.  I will be reading the sequel when it comes out later this summer.

Photographs.  I have seen many.  The Virginia Museum of Fine Arts has an interesting exhibit on Elvis at age 21.  It would have been more interesting if I were really into Elvis, but I am into photography, so that is why I went.

I also caught the Gordon Parks exhibit at the Corcoran Gallery of Art several weeks ago. Parks was the first African-American photographer for Life magazine.  His pictures capture much of poor, black America in the 1950s and 60s.  The exhibit was smaller than I had expected, but simply amazing.

Here are some photographs of the sky.  Not too exciting, but no blog post is complete without a few pictures.

Why do people throw old shoes over power lines?

A sunset in Washington, D.C.

Testing my telephoto lens after sunset.

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