Wednesday, May 16, 2007

A light in the fog (Provincetown, 2005)

3 comments:

Suzanne said...

Beautiful.

Garbo said...

Another sure sign of a change in the seasons. Anne begins to think of water, whales, poets, late nights, romance, fog. . .

Anne said...

Suzanne: Thanks!

Garbo: Hah! Yes, I am starting to stalk the airfare websites. Axe the late nights and the romance, though -- I usually go to bed considerably earlier out there than I do normally (like, sometimes even before midnight). :) I'll get up early, revise a poem, go to class for four hours, have a bit of lunch, spend some time reading, maybe pop out to the beach for an hour or two, go to the evening readings & slide talks, maybe go out for a drink, come home and work on more poems till I fall asleep. It's just about a perfect life.