Saturday, November 5

 

 

We got up late and I went for a walk in the woods to photograph the snow while it lay fresh on the ground.

I can hear rather than see the difference. There seems to be very little sound in the woods as the snow deadens the ambient noise. I can hear a variety of bird sounds and I stand for ten minutes listening to them. I watch snow drifting down slowly and find this broken tree stump standing there, yellowish in the weak sun.

We will clean the house and wipe the cat’s paws and I will iron a curtain and put it back up. Naa will come round and Irma will make baked salmon. The women will watch a Keanu Reeves movie while I try to solve some fiendishly difficult brain-teasers that we bought in a book from Trivandrum last winter.