Last night I moved into the downstairs master bedroom of my house since it became available in the last two weeks. This is a large room, with 4 bay windows facing the lake. The walls are white and pocked all over with thumb tack holes. I decided to move down into this room in an attempt to give myself more time alone, more out of necessity to write than anything else. LeSage is a very social house, and this is one good way I can find some space to focus my thoughts and energies a little more comprehensively.
I spent last night hanging my posters and maps - A Geologic Tapestry of North America, a World Map, and a Wonderful Map of Washington. A large print by Caspar David Friedrich, one of my favorite realists. Two Monet paintings, and then a ton of 8x10's of my favorite photos from Pa, Co, Wa, NM, and Nicaragua. My walls are now covered with colorful memories of inspiration.
I woke up this morning to the beep of my cell phone battery dying. I left it on accidentally over night, and we don't get signal here. I stood up on my bed to look out across the lake, and as I scanned the colors rippling softly in a calm breeze, my eyes fell upon a Bald Eagle by the water's edge. Perched upon a piling, it was finishing the last bits of a small fish it caught. Things were calm and beautiful. This room might be nearly perfect for me.
Pictures to follow.
