I am still slow with light and color. That ladder was astonishingly beautiful beside the basement window. It took a long time to see it through the lens as it was, to let the film see the window light in the dark. I didn't know how to take it. I held my breath at last, held my hands steady, and leaned into the wall while the shutter opened its eye, made a long pause, and closed again. And yes, that ladder was something like this ladder. I'd have taken you down to the basement to show you, but here we are instead at the desk together, as usual. Well, this is not so bad. It's like sharing a story over breakfast.
Unplugging now: off to New Hampshire. If you're nearby and can make the reading, I'd love to meet you.