As long as one is able to avoid the masked marauders who descend on Benicia Desperately
seeking Diversion, weekends particularly [and, as can be seen, this proved entirely possible],
all was generally quiet.
With very little January remaining it unaccountably warmed, allowing breakfasts out
as well as midday meals to be taken in the industrial luncheonette, which was as true the first
day of February as the last day of January, 2021.
First day of February brought back Weather by day’s end,
rain by night and mysterious thunderings sounding scarily like huge fuzzy-footed footfalls
on the roof or maybe even in the kitchen around midnight, all gone by morning…
Other days were bright but damp leaving
the ’45 under wraps until near the end of the week
when “April” moved back in with a vengeance…will there ever be any more Winter?
I’m uneasy…but it’s just the times. And everything else.
Nicely done! You cleverly avoided those unmasked desperados seeking diversions. It’s best to shelter-in-studio when they invade (ditto for here on the coast, especially weekends). Your photo forays before and after those assaults always produce a cornucopia of compositions, shadows, reflections, silhouettes, colors and feelings that are appreciated by this reader. Thanks for the Luncheonette of images… a tasty smorgasbord indeed.
“will there ever be any more Winter?”
Probably only in short bitterly cold stabs of it.
Ah winter….it came. At least we here on the Central Coast got it. Ferocious winds ripped off some of the Cypress in our back yard…and it is wet and cold. I especially enjoyed the strange light on the glassy water in some of the first images. Then the continued dark shape of the beautiful dog into the tree trunk of the next photo.