One-Sentence Journal, Week Twenty-One

  1. 11/18/2013:  A large black-billed magpie was hopping around outside my window, and while most of us think of them in stark black and white feathers, it is almost startling to see them in proper light and the blue and green feathers they also dress in.
  2. 11/19/2013:  A browse through the Book Exchange finds me with a handful of used books and no remaining credit, signifying time for another culling of the home shelves.
  3. 11/20/2013:  I actually took a “selfie” tonight while waiting for Julia at Betty’s and, miraculously, didn’t burst into flame.
  4. 11/21/2013:  Barely double-digit temperatures for a stretch here, and today’s just-past-dawn walk was the first frozen beard morning of the season.
  5. 11/23/2013:  Some evenings the way the last sunlight paints the tops of the mountains surrounding this valley, even if I had a camera with me, I don’t think I’d even bother to try and capture the beauty.
  6. 11/24/2013:  Whenever there is a band rehearsal after a stretch of irreconcilable schedules I’m reminded for hours — if not days — afterward of just one more activity I love that I’ve allowed myself to get woefully out of shape for doing.

 

Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He lives and travels from Missoula, MT.

5 thoughts on “One-Sentence Journal, Week Twenty-One”

  1. This is the gray season here, but when there is a break in the clouds late in the day and the bare trees are red, it is just so beautiful and is to be savored for film never does it justice.

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