I know that having someone to share these good times with makes them more precious. I think that is what made me feel a bit sad. And as one thought led to another, I wished that my parents were still alive. My mother's birthday will be here in a few days. She would have enjoyed the beauty here. It seems so long that they have been dead.
Maybe we all think about our parents from time to time, either missing them or wishing that they could have been different, more loving, more tolerant. Maybe we feel the same way about every person we have been exceptionally close to. I know that I have a great capacity to love. And some days, my heart overflows with it. That is what I am feeling today. I want to slow time down so that life does't rush past. I want to savor every sight and taste it.
I have seen a lot of beautiful houses in this town. The house from the Big Chill is here. There is a wall up around it now, probably to keep curious tourists out. Hearing "You Can't Always Get What You Want" at the funeral did send a big chill through me. It is one of those songs that is sheer genius.
I photographed a lot of houses today. There are quite a few pink houses around. These aren't like the ones John Mellincamp wrote about in his song. They are multi-million dollar homes, and I doubt that there is a woman serving up slop in the kitchen. I listened to that song tonight, wondering about how disparate our pink houses are--one man's flotsam is another's jetsam. One may have it just as good in a small house with a busy road out front as a person in a mansion behind a wall. I have learned that having a lot of material things doesn't make happiness.
I will be here for a couple more days. There are small craft warnings offshore. Tomorrow I will do more walking about, go to a meeting, and visit the public library. My walk about today was to the grocery store and to photograph homes.
I am sure that the sad feeling will pass. Even those feelings are okay. I am tender at the moment. Too much beauty does that to me.