I had to go into work this morning to complete a compensation and pension appeal support letter for a patient that I don't have time to do during the regular work week. As a function of losing a number of morning hours-no work with the Chamonix 4x5 due to changing light conditions. I did, however, travel to Lake of the Clouds and use the digital. Donald Trump would have died from some Xenophobic reaction, as there were hundreds of Chinese tourists in the park. I was asked on many occasions, having them see my tripod and backpack, to take their portraits with their cell phones, which of course I was more than happy to do. Most of these young folks looked like college students and were exceptionally polite and well dressed. One of the more memorable moments occured when I was traveling back down the mountain and came upon a yearling doe next to the road virtually sorrounded by 30 or so Chinese tourists, all gleefully snapping away with their phones and cameras while she calmly ate, lookng at them with a pronounced, "what the fuck?" kind of expression. In honor of our Chinese guests, after arriving home to a hot bath and glass of Traverse City cherry wine, I grilled some brocolli, zuchinni, tofu, and white rice for supper. Have a good week-our footsteps are still etched at this lookout with Hasselblads in hand (or on tripod, as it were) :-)
“I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems