a little a la Clare's track
the bridge over the river this morning driving in to work - it looked a little like a Monet. (i think that's the artist) like the painting of the bridge at Giverny, except muddier and cold winter looking.
geese this winter. i like watching them fly together with their long necks stretched forward. i like hearing them honk to each other at night in their alien language and watching Babydog freak out at their shared tongue.
seeing the huge golden moon rise over the city and reflect in the river last night, on the drive home. knowing that these are the moments to save in my mental scrapbook.