April 10, 2021
Sometimes it seems like we live in different time zones in this house: I write very late and Buddy gets up very early. On Thursday, Buddy captured the confusion of our schedules when he got up about two hours after I went to bed, went out onto the porch, and took a "sunrise" picture over the island... of a predawn moonrise.
Going to bed early for once, myself. Will see you tomorrow.
[Photo by Buddy Poland]
My grandparents had a similar routine, my grandfather was in the Navy for 30 years and it made him an early riser even after he retired, he'd be up at 5 am, going for a walk, baking bread and then in bed by 9 am every night. My grandmother, on the other hand, was a bohemian, staying up late into the night, talking and drinking with friends or painting into the wee hours and sleeping till noon. Their differences made their marriage work for more than 60 years. As a child visiting them, my grandfather would take me out to breakfast in the mornings and I'd spend evenings with my grandmother, dancing to rock music and talking, looking at her beautiful paintings.
A luminous photo by Buddy, a well deserved rest for you. Thanks so much for the daily dose of clarity and insight you bring us in these troubled times.