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May 31, 2007


fifth of a dozen
posted by soe 11:56 pm

When you live and work in a city, you begin to thirst for things you take for granted when you live out in the suburbs — easy parking, cheap groceries, and nature.

This shot, taken while out on a bike ride with Rudi early in the month, exemplifies the little things that I like to look for along the C&O Canal and is my May submission for 007: Snap a Dozen Days.

Traveling in a pack

On that same trip, we saw turtles, cormorants, and a night heron (that I originally mistook for a penguin escaped from the zoo). It was too early for ducklings, but three different goose families were out taking advantage of the nice weather. The goslings would paddle, paddle, paddle as hard as their little legs would go and Mama and Papa every once in a while would move a leg to keep up their coasting along the surface of the water. If a gosling strayed too far, Mama would hum a little growl at them to get back in line and make for safer waters.

Earlier shots in the 007 series: April, March, February, and January.

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smoke, water, and lol
posted by soe 12:49 pm

It was with great relief I realized this morning that it was Thursday. Not just because that signals the weekend (I’ve been a bit scatter-brained this weekend, nearly going to work in my slippers on Tuesday and spending 15 minutes looking for the sunglasses I’d already slipped over my shirt this morning, so apparently I could use a bit of extra sleep.), but also because it brings with it a chance to tell you about Three Beautiful Things from the past week:

1. The smell of wood smoke that lingers on your sweater from sitting next to the fire the previous night.

2. When I headed to the garden last Thursday, they were filling the community pool that’s adjacent to our plot. I can’t wait for this weekend to cool off after some weeding, particularly since the cool water was taunting me yesterday from behind its closed gates. (The pool is open only on the weekends until school lets out.)

3. Kickball teams abound in D.C. (No, I didn’t realize it was still played formally after elementary school either until I moved down here.) Yesterday, as I puttered in the garden, three games were being held in the field next to me. A (male) outfielder in the game closest to me yelled to his “pitcher,” “Make it nice and bouncy — just like my hair!”

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