blue light in the morning

I was trying to photograph the sunrise here, but ended up capturing the blue, blue light of the morning.

I’ve been rereading Blue Nights in bits and pieces. Through osmosis, Didion is helping me to learn the language of despair for the new book that I’m writing, heretofore referred to as TCS. Though the new long work is not about despair, the reality remains that despair is woven into the warp and woof of it. (Soft thoughts on a Saturday morning.)

And now: the links!

 

With care,

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