Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.
— Khaled Hosseini.
A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy dare live.
— Bertrand Russell
The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.
— Albert Einstein
Well, Ontario may be opening up again (for now anyway) but I’m still leading a quiet life. I’ve been spending most of my time reading or crocheting, with the occasional break to work in my office (getting it cleaned and organized).
I finished the afghan I’d started for my mother-in-law’s birthday, and with a couple of days to spare. And I kid you not when I say that I had pretty much exactly enough yarn to finish it.
Now I’m going to do another one like it, only in green and cream, for a friend who has cancer.
Other than shopping, the only time I got out was last weekend when a friend and I went for a walk on the west beach. It was incredibly cold, but bright and sunny. There was a surprising number of people there, although most of them stayed in their cars parked at the yacht club. However, a few hardy souls were out walking along the point that borders the yacht basin, my friend and I included.
It was actually cold enough that I left my good camera at home, but I took a bunch of pictures with my phone. I’m amazed at how many of them turned out. The sun was bright and right in my face, and between it and my sunglasses, I could barely see enough to determine I had my phone in camera mode. I could see nothing on the screen to show what I was taking pictures of, I just pointed and clicked and hoped for the best.
This was taken on the arm of land sheltering the yacht basin, facing west.
This next one was taken from the shore of the yacht club, facing south. There was a surprising number of waterfowl there – Canada geese, cormorants, loons, ducks – and the noise they made was deafening.
And for my final picture, I’m facing east, into the yacht basin where this quartet of trumpeter swans like to spend their winter. As big as they look in the picture, dwarfing the Canada geese around them, they’re even bigger in real life. I would not like to mess with one of these guys!
As I said, I'm pretty amazed at some of the shots I managed to get. Enough so that when it comes time to replace my camera I just might replace my phone instead. Something with an even better camera.
Five out of seven days next week are supposed to be snow filled, and with the temperatures flirting around the freezing point it could go either way. Perfect weather for more reading and crocheting. :-D
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