Welcome Silence

All hail the snail.

How does one whisper in a blog. I am whispering.

As I watched, this small fellow/gal slowly emerged onto the lip of a rose blossom.

I cheered.

(Silent appreciation.)

A Dose of Reality

With commencement this weekend, families are arriving, parties are starting, and visitors are wandering the campus. I can only hope that none of them visits any of the campus lakes. Should they do so, the reality may be a shock. Unlike the shiny brochures, webpages, and videos, the Domain is at times more like a dump than a beloved preserve.

Irony abounds within feet of a dorm and at the edge of a pond.

On any given beautiful day

I'd rather be skulking around the edges of a pond, teeming with odes and fish, joined by two undergrads who fish and release and a Canada Goose pair with two little ones and several golf team members, than almost anywhere else I can name.

Especially since this is the cleanest body of water on the campus. No surprise since it's part of a fancy "boutique inn."

No Place I'd Rather Be

on Sunday morning at 10:30am than in the portico overlooking Guerry Garth so I can listen to the change bells ringing in the tower of Convocation Hall.

No matter the weather, I want to be there.

Blackberry Winter Anxiety

Rain.

Cold.

A bit of sun.

Rain again.

More cold.

I need to walk with a camera, and not just with a dog.

Term's End

A glimpse of someone's study spot: a reminder of what I do (the challenge of learning with guidance from a demanding teacher) and don't (exams -- taking them, writing them, giving them, grading them) miss.

Yutori:

"[A] state of psychological well-being and positive perspective."

A long look on a quiet walk.

Followed by this.

False Equivalence

Happiness ≠ Success

Here's proof.

Maud Lewis

Another folk artist, this time from Canada, whose story intrigues me.

Another film to put in my queue.

I am a sucker for the misfits who make things.