Sunday, November 20, 2011


We had to leave the house just before 7:00 to get to Abbott’s hockey game. The sky was deep blue, barely light, clear. The first frost I’ve seen this year was on the ground and the rooftops and the car windows, and it hurt to inhale, it was so cold. The crescent moon shone directly above. The rink we drove to resides in a valley, and this morning it was full of a heavy, icy fog. As I got out of the car I heard honking above; my eyes followed the sound to the faint outline of two groups of geese flying in formation, shrouded in fog.

On the drive home I heard the end of something on NPR. ‘Cynicism is an easy place to pitch a tent…I urge you to choose a more honorable campsite.’

There was leftover Thai food for lunch, followed by a walk with a football. Gloria in Excelsis Deo, I sang along, as Abbott played the piano while I cooked dinner.

Another week begins.

Adam Gopnik on Thanksgiving


emily said...

i like this lecia. that you can go to hockey and still make it to church. the idea of the icy fog. the notion of cynicism as a choice. the walk with a football. all of it - those building blocks of a sunday.

Clipping Path said...

excellent photography! I've found lots of nice work on your blog. thanks a lot for sharing with us.

KPiep said...

It sounds like a lovely day.

Francesca said...

these are wonderful photos of your boys having fun together!