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Of all the photos I've ever taken, this is certainly one of the worst. But I chose it because it fits the day. It's depicts an early afternoon twilight void of warmth, dryness, comfort or company. In the beginning of Moby Dick, Melville described this sort of day precisely:

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

Yup, this is a Carol King "Tapestry" day. A time for beef stew, then lowering the head, and pounding away at the computer.

Still, perhaps the crow and Melville are right - maybe there is some merit in matching dank soul to dank water. Maybe I should just say, "Scrap it!" and just go quahogging. I could ease Carol onto a personal MP3 player, but that would render the flats less than somber. No, this is a day for the silence of rain, solitude, of shiver and the art of snuggling with the melancholy.

I'm off...

CapeCodAlan

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