Midnight by Farmlight

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I was still up at midnight last night, waiting and watching through the falling snow for my son to get home.

Well, I didn't have my eyes on the snow ALL the time. With last's Tuesday's advent of digital TV, we now receive a new channel......called "This TV". THIS particular movie,

The Fugitive Kind, starring a young Marlon Brando and Joanne Woodward, was on air for viewers' enjoyment or distaste.

Frankly, I enjoyed it, but what do I know, of course. I could identify well with Maureen Stapleton's character.......when she spoke of what painting meant to her......for me its blogging, of course. The film's story had some profoundly good lines and moments, in my opinion, though grogginess overtook my mind after my son's safe arrival home, meaning I did not see the film's end, which I sensed would not be a happy one, anyway. Turning the TV off and making my way to bed seemed like the better plan at the time, though I somewhat regret that decision this morning.
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An attempt to capture the falling snowflakes:

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Another blogger's recent post about a rock in a road has jogged loose the memory of a similar incident from my own past. This morning I searched photo albums to help recreate the scene in Colorado, though it remains remarkably clear in my mind after all these many years. The event was fraught with meaning, if only I can figure out what that is for sure......an obstacle on the road of life, perhaps. I'll be hunkering down for awhile to work on writing that story for a blogpost. We'll see how long it takes.

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Wishing you a restful weekend.

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