Most people didn’t answer their doors and the few who did mentioned we were the fourth crew to come by recently. There were a few hostile white male millenials. My favorite encounter was with two young girls in pajamas who came to the door and announced that their mother was voting for Hillary. My second favorite was when a pink-slippered older woman smoking on her porch emphatically informed us that she never told anybody who she voted for, ever.
I can’t say canvassing was useful in terms of the election’s outcome but it offered unquantifiable value in dragging me away from the news. There were some seriously beautiful clouds, too.
When I got home, the earlier-setting sun lit the autumnal canopy on fire.
The pictures don’t capture the light at all.
Between the clouds in New Hampshire and the gorgeous sunset at home I was reminded that even in a world tainted by the ascension of a madman, there is majesty and expanse, light and sky.
And now the FBI has re-closed their “investigation … I dare to hope!
If only CNN and MSNBC could stop talking about the emails! And of course to DJT — the fact of Comey writing the letter signals that there WAS something there — no matter what the FBI Director now says.
Thank you for the beautiful skies and light.
you’re welcome. today is unbelievably pretty, too
This was a breath of fresh air! Thanks for those gorgeous photographs.
listened to comedy on the ride home from Salem just now… just can’t take wall-to-wall election coverage today
against Hate. yes. so much. I thank you for knocking.
I felt more connected to the ribbons of roads disappearing up and over hills and to the clouds and to the old barn facades than to the people. But I decided that’s enough.
just finished reading the brilliantly poignant LaRose by Louise Erdrich
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/05/22/books/review/larose-by-louise-erdrich.html?_r=0
I read all her novels up until the time of the scandal around her husband and for some reason stopped there. She always has the most compelling cast of characters… perhaps it’s time for another look. Still finishing The Dice Man, and then finishing “The Underground Railroad” by Colson Whitehead.
Good for you…going out and doing something instead of crouching obsessively over your computer looking to be told what you want to hear (my method these days). I am barely functional.
Because I, too, have been barely functional, it felt particularly good to travel, talk with young, energetic activists, admire the sky, and be with friends — even if it didn’t budge the needle even a fraction of a millimeter to the left. I suspect NH will go red.
It is still early enough on election day here on the west coast that I can indulge in dreams of a waterfall of blue.
We’ll start getting the seven o’clock poll data soon. I heard one prediction putting Hillary over three hundred electoral votes.
OMG Dee. Just woke up with these horrible news. So scary times ahead. I’ very anxious about the future. For all of us even for those.
Yes. Grief. Shock. Sorrow. And resolve.
soul on deck and shine
Clarity. Resistance. Hoping for the Force of determined cooperative fights against all manner of oppression. Also, fear.