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The London Skyline at Dusk from the Embankment Bridge

The London Skyline at Dusk from the Embankment Bridge

Sun. 11.18.18 – Yes, I am back in London to write. I find that I write best here, for a number of reasons both known and rather mysterious to me. When I am home in California, I can muster 2000-4000 words per month, hardly words enough to finish a short story in reasonable time – let alone a book. When I am in London, I can reach that word count in two days or less.

The last two years of US politics have heavily weighed me down and when I get to London, as long as I stay off of the news and social media sites, I am able to feel slightly bouyant again. At least here, I can float in my imagination – unfettered from the fecal matter of US politics – long enough to create and write.

While I am not participating in the NaBloPoMo nor NaNoWriMo, I am doing my best to restart my blogging practice in a more regular fashion – albeit in clumps – as well as finish writing a few stories and a book.

Here I am for a month. Let’s see how much writing and editing I can get done. Wish me luck.

Photo taken by Ms. Jen from the Embankment Golden Jubilee Bridge at dusk with her camera phone.

Paddington Station in the Late Afternoon Light

Paddington Station in the Late Afternoon Light

Fri 11.16.18 – There is something about the quality of light coming through the glass panes of Paddington Station in the late autumn at the end of the afternoon that is really beautiful. Every so often, I am able to capture it in a photo. Here is today’s iteration of this decade plus occasional series.

Photo taken by Ms. Jen with a camera phone after exiting a train at Paddington Station, London, UK.

Fisherman’s Cabin in the Aspens

Fri. 10.19.18 – After exploring a few days ago the old Sherwin Creek Road – part cracked pavement and mostly dirt – between Mammoth Creek park and where Laurel Creek meets Hwy. 395, and returning this morning when the light was just right my Mom and I discovered a gate where in one could park next to, hop over and then walk up an old lane along Laurel Creek’s beautiful aspen trees. Less than a quarter mile up this dirt road ended and there was a gate to the right next to the creek with a large sign that said “No Trespassing”.

This was the delight(s) waiting for the trespasser on the other side of the gate and the creek. Photo taken by Ms. Jen between with gate slats.