This past weekend we had a seven or eight mile hike downtown and it covered some historic areas of the city. There is a path along the James River that is part of the Slave Trail. One hundred fifty years ago slaves walked where we were last weekend. While I was walking along it I tried to feel what it must have been like to be a slave, walking along in the dark. Probably cold and hungry. Frightened.

It was not pleasant. But we had a good hike and ended up in an area overlooking the city. There were lots of puffy clouds so I got some landscape photos with good sky. In cold weather it really is important to wear clothing that will block the wind and move the sweat away from the body. I could see that some of our hikers did not have this and they seemed to get cold when we stopped for a picnic lunch.

It’s good to think these things out before you do them.

And that’s all I’ve got tonight. I’m not feeling like a writer or even somebody who knows the alphabet. Today I decided on a new theme for this blog in an attempt to spur some sort of enthusiasm for the sport of blogging. This lack of motivation happens every once in awhile, perhaps once or twice a year. But it’s not important. Blogging is not a job. Nobody cares if you don’t show up for work. It’s an attempt to be creative and communicate with other folks. It’s also like a diary in a way.

Anyway, I have to go. It’s almost midnight. The day is almost done.