It feels as though I am just being lazy with blog entries now! This week, I seem to be happy in letting the photos take centre stage, so to speak.
Summer has a way, perhaps, of doing this to me. I can sit back and contemplate. I am like the old person in a rocker, except the view is from the balcony and not a porch.
I think that old New England porches deserve a poem or literary tribute. Having just typed that phrase caused me to run to Google. There's a sad fact of having so much information on hand at effortless beck and call: one can avoid sustained self-directed thought because of the, oh so simple, diversions. In fact, I ended up listening to this NPR podcast only because of the words that escaped extemporaneously from my fingers. It ended up being about southern porches.
Sigh. I guess I'll go back to sit on my balcony.