I enjoyed Biden’s speech and I thought it struck the perfect tone for his new presidency. But for me… Amanda Gorman’s poem was the highlight. It was an amazing, uplifting and inspiring end to the ceremony.
It ushers in the return of verse, music, and the light of all the other creative arts that have been sadly missing from our Capital of late. And that makes me the happiest and most full of hope on this Inauguration Day.
So… how’s everybody feeling today?
Ooooohhhh… and a nice sunset to boot!
I got a little choked up to see this evening’s ceremonial recognition of what this pandemic (that has now claimed 400,000 lives) has cost us.
The awful right-wing lie that Covid is a hoax and that exhausted doctors, nurses and health care workers working in over-flowing hospitals are faking it… no longer has a voice from the White House.
It’s a very sad, yet euphoric prelude to the Inauguration tomorrow.
A nice pre-Inaugural sunset and time-lapse of interesting standing cumulus clouds over the Sangres.
Wise words from Matthew Cooke goin’ round the inter-tubes lately (matthewcooke.com). Via.
Along with the waxing crescent moon.
These beasts flew directly over our casa this morning. They were Marine choppers flying out to the West coast. We normally have Blackhawks out of the local National Guard unit flying training runs over our neighborhood; these guys were much bigger. Despite their lethality, I gotta admit I’m am in awe of them. Sadly, they don’t have a good safety record.
And no… they are not the “sound of freedom” anymore than machine gun fire is.
