Snaphots.

A sudden concentration of attention on a rainy August morning. Clusters of bright red berries, some wrinkled, some blemished, others perfect, hanging among green leaves. The experience could not have lasted more than a few seconds, but that was a moment out of time. I was caught up in what I saw: I became a part of it: the berries, the leaves, the raindrops and I, we were all of a piece. A moment of beauty and harmony and meaning. A moment of understanding.
Ralph Hetherington, 1975

(For this guy it's berries and leaves, for me - waves and a craggy shore and a well-loved lighthouse)

This afternoon was a tough one for me - medically I took a nosedive. However, I was able to rest, and tomorrow I have some time for more rest and solitude in the midst of a busy week. I was glad I was able to start today at the lighthouse. Tommorrow will finish with Bach. Pretty good bookends, regardless of what's in between!