Lately I’ve been taking a slightly longer route home from work to avoid some road construction. It is stunning in the fall – about fifteen minutes of winding, country roads through trees. The houses are unobtrusively set back.
I took these shots while driving (slowly) so they’re far from perfectly composed, but they do give you an idea of the beauty of this road. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get a good shot of the pine forest. Driving with the windows down, I can smell the pine as strongly as if there was a Christmas tree in the passenger seat.
“…after reading literary fiction, as opposed to popular fiction or serious nonfiction, people performed better on tests measuring empathy, social perception and emotional intelligence — skills that come in especially handy when you are trying to read someone’s body language or gauge what they might be thinking. The researchers say the reason is that literary fiction often leaves more to the imagination, encouraging readers to make inferences about characters and be sensitive to emotional nuance and complexity.”
To read more of Pam Belluck’s article, visit the NY Times.
This is where I’ll be spending the next three days. I can’t wait!
Read Bread on Running Waters, a poetry collection, by the talented Ani Gjika and Middle Men, short stories by Jim Gavin.
Read the heartbreaking “Italy” by my dear friend and fellow BU alum, Antonio Elefano, just published in The Journal.