The images in the left sidebar record solo journeys made last year. They link to entries describing the trips. Each snapshot was taken with the camera held at arms' length.
I'm reluctant to post images for the inevitable associations between them and the text they accompany. It's natural to accept each entry as a slice of thought or action and the whole as an accumulation of mood, imagination and experience. Because images on this site are infrequent the tendency might be to apply one picture across many entries, which would be a relational error. Images are as dynamic and capricious as any other moment recorded here.
March. Few records.
I bought a car. We remain but acquaintances and it waits patiently for me to come around. It is the consistent one and I will learn to love it for that.
Early in February my hard drive became unusable, for reasons better left unreported (read: a careless mistake I don't want to admit to). More than two years of correspondence with loved ones lost. The data are probably retrievable, but the retrieval is cost-prohibitive. The desktop computer sits gutted and silent, consuming space and collecting dust. I've been using the unfortunate circumstances to postpone e-mail, writing and general computing, although I've been using the job laptop to get stuff done. Recently I decided to get rid of the desktop altogether and accept the job laptop as my primary computer. I can't see any reason not to.
Wolfgang came to town and I spent precious time and money with him, content to be passive to his schedule - his lack of one - which kept me away from duties and myself for whole evenings and days. I remembered when I was the one driving freedom, sometimes taking passengers and expositing the virtues of living beyond commerce. Now I'm the one learning.
(I recalled days and nights when with every minute gained togetherness diminished; with each slipping moment lament bloomed to dread. Night could never break to dawn toward a natural rhythm of meeting and parting.)
Wolfgang, the leisurely traveler -- like me. We floated the ebb and tide and tendrils of friendship strengthened confidently. He is my friend now -- serendipity requires it.
And, spring hints despite. But I tell you, just as quickly as warmth convinces comfort, the chill returns to force windows and blinds shut, to bury the feebly protected deeply beneath winter's cover.
Then it's April.
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