Sunday 10:55 a.m. I
need a blog post for tomorrow, and I’ve got nothing, a position I find myself in a lot lately.
But I know this. If I start writing, it will come. That’s
why I don’t believe, really, in writer’s block.
Sure, life gets in the way of writing sometimes, well, lots of times, but
when I force myself to sit down, something ALWAYS ends up on the page, although, as
I type this, I have no idea what.
I could talk to you about how, in a sort-of back up to corned-beef and cabbage (I like it, my husband doesn’t), about the shepherd’s pie I plan on making
after conjuring up this post. (Happy St. Patrick's Day, folks.) But I’m pretty
sure that highlights the paucity of my subject matter.
I could write about the pond down the street, and how the ice is still
thick enough for men to stand on. A group of them gazed down at
their fishing holes as we drove by on our way to church early this morning. I don't remember the ice ever being strong enough in mid-March to risk it. But these days, everyone’s complaining about
the cold and I don’t feel like adding to the chorus. More power to the fishermen for their long
season. In a few weeks fissures
will spider across the ice, then chunks of it will bob on the breeze. Not long after, the sun will drop one day and we'll register the music of
peepers. There's no surer sound of spring. (Just cheated there and gave myself a peeper-preview on YouTube, oh, such a hopeful sound.)
I could stick a picture or two in here, and perhaps I will.
That gets me on a train of thought about those light
keepers. Imagine being
trapped inside a column of stone in the middle of a
raging ocean until the cresting seas subside? I've mentioned in earlier posts, before they
built the current tower mid-nineteenth century, two light keepers lost their
lives when an earlier version tipped over in a storm. It would have taken a pretty self-reliant
customer to choose that job. I’m guessing back then, those intrepid keepers
felt as far away from earth as astronauts do today, an unfathomable world apart...
Which triggers one last thought...
That movie Gravity
may have won a lot of awards, but the idea of watching it scares me to death.
17 comments:
Love the pictures you posted and I kind of shivered when you talked about the lighthouse keepers--I couldn't do it during a storm at sea! It must take a special kind of person :)
You live in such a beautiful spot! That lighthouse photo is amazing.
If you are prone to dizziness, close your eyes when she starts to spin in Gravity.
Lovely pictures -- which shows winter can be beautiful even without snow.
I figure you had to have the temperament of a hermit to be a lighthouse keeper.
Do you remember when I was blogging EVERY day back in 2010? I often ran out of material. That lead to those 15 minutes and one word stream of thought posts. Some interesting stuff came out of that exercise. And I'd use bullet point posts when I had a bunch of thoughts... but nothing substantial enough for its own post. What I am trying to say, albeit the long way around, is that we all go through Idea Drought.
The best part of this post was the mental meandering about lighthouses and lighthouse keepers. But, I wouldn't trade how you put it all down. I think it fascinating to watch a mental journey. So, even though that was the part I liked best, what I liked second best was how you got there!
I'd love to see Gravity in super duper cinema imax 3D type thing! LOL!
Awwww happy St Patrick's to you too!
Lighthouse keeping must have been such a tough lonely job but oh so necessary!! Amazing stuff! Take care
x
I agree, there is no such thing as writer's block. Pick up a pen and write what you see. Just like you did. We are similarly still iced in and the Great Lakes look like arctic landscapes.
Even when you don't think you have anything to say, you say lovely things. That last picture is AWESOME!
I wouldn't like the job of lighthouse keeper but it would be a good place for a writer.
Lovely photos as usual. It's funny, I kind of feel the same way about seeing Gravity.
Your photos are amazing. I particularly love that last one.
And I agree, writer's block is a fantasy (unless we give power to it and don't sit down and just write).
When in doubt write about the things you could write about if you knew what to write about. I do this a lot.
The photos are beautiful.
Lee
Wrote By Rote
An A to Z Co-host blog
The peepers have arrived down here, but then faded into the trees the last couple of days. We had another ice storm. Love the pics. Make me more homesick why don'tcha?
Wow, love that pic of Minot light. Actually, I love all your pics, Oh, and I think that iron spike or rod is a boundary line marker (I work at a land survey company).
You take the best photos! I know you said it was a mild weekend, but these scenes look quite cold to my Texas eyes.
hahaha! You've got me grinning with the comment about Gravity. I decided to watch it on dvd instead of the big screen because I was such a chicken.
And I love your photos of your neighborhood. I feel like I've gone on a walk with you. :)
Just in case you forget to come back.... I am going to comment to your comment on the HERE'S TO YOU. I could do it here, but I want to give you another crack at everyone else's videos:)
I really adore that last photo of the light house and crashing surf. Amazing!
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