6am

6am, Friday September 14

There must be a bazillion pictures like this; fog, blue boat, reflections and all the rest.  And why not?

I had an art history course during my wasted doctoral years and the professor armed us with his Polaroid camera.  We were allowed one picture and one picture only of some architecturally significant object. Obviously we had to be very careful about what we selected.  I still have the picture.

I learned then that what I thought was significant or worthy of that "one great shot" wasn't so much worthy of what went through my mind while taking it. Same with this picture.  I imagined great stories this morning, looking out at the bay. 

It is just fine that they are only great stories to me.