early morning musings
it's early here. there is something very calming about an early morning before the household and the rest of the world has woken up. you can get the same effect in the middle of the night, but i suspect that usually will have some querulous, self-pitying aspect of insomnia. no, give me an early morning any day.
last day of work was yesterday before the new year. off to DC next week for 10 days with the families and i finally get to see my brother who i haven't seen in a year (he lives in japan). it's odd that we only have one family-centric time of the year. i believe that these holidays have less to do with religion and more to do with the eventual manifestation of cultural morés. essentially, western culture only encourages us to come together as a family once a year (winter holiday - xmas and t-giving blur together). i wonder if this was based on a morbid realization that you were coming together with your family one last time before the long starvation of winter settled across the land. that could be based on tangible (dark ages, literally no real food for months) or psychological (modern days, plenty of food, but other factors at play) currents at play. you could make an argument for easter in the spring, but i don't think that is as wide-spread. summers seem reserved for individual units of the family to go running off on their own to exotic locations like disney world (it loses that feeling when you live right next to it).
on that note, i'm leaving an early morning picture from england of a small park in the town center of cheltenham for contemplation.
last day of work was yesterday before the new year. off to DC next week for 10 days with the families and i finally get to see my brother who i haven't seen in a year (he lives in japan). it's odd that we only have one family-centric time of the year. i believe that these holidays have less to do with religion and more to do with the eventual manifestation of cultural morés. essentially, western culture only encourages us to come together as a family once a year (winter holiday - xmas and t-giving blur together). i wonder if this was based on a morbid realization that you were coming together with your family one last time before the long starvation of winter settled across the land. that could be based on tangible (dark ages, literally no real food for months) or psychological (modern days, plenty of food, but other factors at play) currents at play. you could make an argument for easter in the spring, but i don't think that is as wide-spread. summers seem reserved for individual units of the family to go running off on their own to exotic locations like disney world (it loses that feeling when you live right next to it).
on that note, i'm leaving an early morning picture from england of a small park in the town center of cheltenham for contemplation.
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Did you take this? i.e. is this a picture you found and appreciate, or the result of a moment when you moved to snap a permanent reminder?
that is a picture that i took outside of the queens hotel one fine, early morning in july of this year. the sun rises around 0500 in the summer there.
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