My shadow pinned against a sweating wall

Thistle

Fern

Today I didn't take any photographs. It has been some time since this happened, but I was just too tired. I got over two hours of exercise when commuting and when walking to meetings, but I think I got tired mainly because of the busyness over the last few days. Well, it is good to relax every once in a while.

The two photographs show here are from yesterday.

At home I finished reading The Fallen Man by Tony Hillerman. I enjoyed the slow-life sentiment of this novel; an action-packed triller would not have fit my feelings today. Well, the book described rock-climbing, but not in such a manner that it would have generated too much anxiety.

Posting title is from the poem In a Dark Time by Theodore Roethke, selected because it fits the mood.

When the wild leaves loosen

Dry

Pair

Round

Green

Bird cherry

Apples

After dinner I went for a walk in the nearby forests. Autumn is approaching fast, foliage is starting to get a bit of color here and there. I ate a couple of blueberries, but they don't taste much anything any more. And I don't have much interest in mushrooms these days.

There is a pile of things to do at work, of the type "ready by tomorrow". Maybe things even out during the next few weeks. When people return to work after summer vacations there tends to be a rush to get things done.

(Posting title is from the poem Day in Autumn by Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Mary Kinzie.)

A roof for when the slow dark hours begin

Up

Some days are such that there isn't much else than try to keep going, one thing after another happening, so that at some point the pile of things to do seems miles high. I hope tomorrow is a bit less tense, but I suspect otherwise.

(Posting title is from the poem Up-Hill by Christina Rossetti.)