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41.

Posted on by Marko

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I’m not much of a photographer, but this picture is probably my favorite of all the ones I’ve taken. It’s the cemetery right up the road after the surprise late October snow we had last year. I used no filters or any post-processing, and the camera was the lowly built-in iPhone 4 one.

I’m 41 today. The sun is out, and the day looks a lot like that picture, minus the white frosting.

Lately, I’ve been feeling a lot like Tolkien’s Bilbo Baggins—thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. I think I’ll turn the computer off for the rest of the day and take the kids out for some lunch and a bike ride out in the green. The writing will be here when I get back, as it always is. I have two novels to finish by the end of the year, but it won’t hurt things to take the day off from the regular routine. I need to recharge the batteries a little and think about how to spend my forty-second ride around the sun.

Category: family., new hampshah., writing.

9 thoughts on “41.”

  2. Next year you will be the answer to life, the universe and everything.

    (It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.)

    Happy Birthday!

  3. Congratulations on surviving 41 turns! Things start getting a bit creakier, as doubletrouble noted, but a good exercise regimen will help put it off somewhat (or at least, keep it from bothering you so much). Recharging the batteries is as important for productivity as the actual “nose to the grindstone” daily routine, as is some introspection and evaluation (to be expected as the turns start piling up a bit).

    Nice photo, by the by. I have always liked the quality of the pics the iphone takes. It isn’t a SLR, but it does a better job than many of the pocket-sized point and shoots out there.

  5. Happy Birthday. The stretched feeling passes, the skies remain open. And remember, you’re not getting older, you’re getting longer.

  6. It get older & creakier as you go, but you still got a ways to go before you notice it.
    Great pic.
    HBD.

  8. Love the pic. The essence of New England, right there. Stone wall, the hilliness (put dead people in flat productive ground, are you a lunatic?), some snow, the trees, old cemetery neatly kept, but somewhat out of kilter after some hundred(s) of years of ground heave.

    Have a good ride.

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