It's fitting that I managed thirteen miles of rambling about Annapolis today as well as some woodworking down in South County today. It was a pretty good day all in all, and I enjoyed getting out and about a little like the erstwhile Spaniard whose discovery of the Americas we celebrate today.
While I didn't range as far and wide as good old Christopher, I did make it up by the stadium and caught the parking lot rather unusually empty. I also managed to come upon two water towers today, but only got one on digital celluloid.
It was the end of a walk that I started rather late and executed at a civilized pace. A walk like that on a day off makes it pretty easy to imagine the freedom associated with making this a routine event on the path from Newport to Newport. I suspect that the freedom and relative ease would be a first day (and only a first day phenomenon, but I could be wrong about that assumption. Grandma Gatewood certainly seemed to enjoy the freedom of the Appalachian Trail as accounted in the excellent remembrance of her life in Grandma Gatewood's Walk. With any manner of good fortune, I'll have the opportunity to find out.
Sunsets and sunrises are one of those routine occurrences, documented in numerous sources as to the exact timing well in advance, and yet, they never really cease to deliver a unique and enriching experience...unless it's raining cats and dogs or snowing, or foggy. Then it's a unique experience without the colors. My distaste for grey weather probably has more to do with my own state of mind than the weather, but I do love the colors.
While I didn't range as far and wide as good old Christopher, I did make it up by the stadium and caught the parking lot rather unusually empty. I also managed to come upon two water towers today, but only got one on digital celluloid.
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| Navy Marine Corps Memorial Stadium and the N* Annapolis Water Tower |
It was the end of a walk that I started rather late and executed at a civilized pace. A walk like that on a day off makes it pretty easy to imagine the freedom associated with making this a routine event on the path from Newport to Newport. I suspect that the freedom and relative ease would be a first day (and only a first day phenomenon, but I could be wrong about that assumption. Grandma Gatewood certainly seemed to enjoy the freedom of the Appalachian Trail as accounted in the excellent remembrance of her life in Grandma Gatewood's Walk. With any manner of good fortune, I'll have the opportunity to find out.
Lunch on the dingy dock at the boat show was followed up by some outside housework down south mending a deck and a fence, and then the evening wrapped up with another stunning sunset. I had to do some jogging to wrap up the day since "cold dinner" (it's a thing...not an epithet) was waiting. I'm glad I turned up the pace a little since I was just in time to watch the sun settle down over the (very low) "skyline" of Annapolis.
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| Farragut Field Sunset |
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