Thursday, January 24, 2013

(where I left my warm winter gloves while happily making video clips)

Funny how, for me, being relaxed and happy sometimes goes hand in hand with losing things.  If that's the price for joy, I'm willing to pay.

Play them both at the same time for full effect of standing on the bridge and looking upstream and then downstream.


The Solitary Walker said...

I once left a pair of trekking poles outside a baker's shop on the Camino. It was half an hour before I realised my two extra limbs were missing — I was so absorbed in the landscape and my own thoughts.

Goat said...

Yeah, and I left my poles in the trunk of an elderly couple driving me from the Appalachian Trail into Hiawassee, GA in 2004. Somehow found their house the next day and the poles were still there.

I do that with gloves all the time while taking pictures but usually get them back. With our problems with cold fingers, losing good gloves can be literally crippling. I had another very, very bad episode of the Raynaud's doing that New York walk a little while ago. My left hand, ungloved while I ate as I walked, was throbbing agonisingly. It was probably a stupid idea, in retrospect, to be eating a pint of Ben & Jerry's in such conditions!