One-Sentence Journal, Week Forty-Eight

  1. 10/11/2015:  From the “painting myself into a corner” department, I’m thinking bedtime and I still have half a book to read for review by tomorrow morning.
  2. 10/12/2015:  The degree to which the kindness I showed my body today — early AM yoga, then hiking in the afternoon in excess of 7+ miles — was exceeded only by the degree to which I punished it with shitty food choices.
  3. 10/13/2015:  These past two evenings have been so gloriously lit and beautiful that all I want to do is stand outside in awe.
  4. 10/14/2015:  I’ve done pretty well lately in my efforts to keep my Canon and long lens near to hand . . . except for this morning, of course, at the river, where perched in a snag right along the trail were two bald eagles, one mature, the other juvenile.
  5. 10/15/2015:  Tonight Julia and I watched the old Paul Newman hockey film Slapshot — which I had fond memories of but Julia had never seen — and I was rather disturbed by the time capsule-like look at the era’s overwhelming misogyny, racism, and homophobia.
  6. 10/16/2015:  Early on a crisp, bright, fall morning, three deer pause before bounding across the shallow river, tails waving like parley flags, only to disappear utterly into the brush opposite.
  7. 10/17/2015:  Sometimes Saturdays I spend solo are long and lonely, as today was, and it makes it all the more critical to develop a style of living that makes a “weekend” an obsolete concept, the activities of which traditionally happen only then occurring spontaneously no matter the span of days of the week.
Missoula isn't so hard on the eyes, I guess....
Missoula isn’t so hard on the eyes, I guess….

Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He is an enrolled member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians and lives in Missoula, MT.

3 thoughts on “One-Sentence Journal, Week Forty-Eight”

  1. Always enjoy reading these, Chris, you do such a great job at encapsulating a day and the emotion that goes along with it in just sentence or two. No small feat. I’m with you on the weekend feeling. Sometimes they’re great, often brutal. Beautiful capture of Missoula, that should go on the cover of some publication, because it makes me want to visit.

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