dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tamalpais, December 4, 2012

A monochromatic Mt. Tam barely glimpsed at noon from the Bon Air Bridge in Greenbrae and presented here unfiltered and unedited, in nearly black and white

It’s a Tuesday, but it seems to be a day more fitting of a Monday. It’s a grey day, flatly so, which makes it a perfectly blue day – at least in the limited color scheme of that old song, Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down.

I am down, but not in the dumps of any kind. It’s just a few weary bones, the odd sore muscles, and slightly blotted enthusiasm with so much cloud cover hanging low, like the ripe fruit ready for the picking from some deep-rooted tree of depression. Fortunately I am still sated enough on the leftover surge of endorphins from a few very nice bike rides.

It’s understandable, this soggy heaviness. After all, here in Marin, last week brought us over 10 inches of rain, filling the reservoirs to capacity early in the season. As the year winds down and our waters rise, I am reminded of how this project is winding down and the tide of possibilities for new ones rise in proportion. To resurrect my old blog or not. And if so, how to give it new shape? To embrace new means of bringing honey to the hive of the Internet? That is, take the energy I still and contribute to the changing shape of the vessels in which to store the nectar of ideas that power (or at least chart) change….