Given the pluperfect sunshine, my normal Sunday read-a-thon (aka verweile doch) was moved out-of-doors. Spent an hour reading “Lord Have Mercy” by Scott Hahn in a fly-ridden horse stable at the quiet county fairgrounds. The aroma of hay and old resin and manure and sight of the fields in the mid-distance made up for the flies.
Then spent a couple hours at the little industrial lake off Knob Road, surrounded by the shit of Candian geese but also the singular image of the rippled lake, and every time I looked up it rippled still, constant, with the endurance of rock. An image of God’s eternalness. A fisherman sat on the other side of the lake and I fished too - for knowledge. Read Thoreau's "Walden" accompanied by a St. Pauli Girl Dark.
Love the picture above - two boys exploring (or 'sploring as my brother used to say). You gotta know what's beyond the next hill don't you?
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