“My tears are like the quiet drift of petals from some magic rose; and all my grief flows from the rift of unremembered skies and snows. I think that if I touched the earth, it would crumble; it is so sad and beautiful, so tremulously like a dream.” ― Dylan Thomas
Summer 2011. Tally Ho, the local diner and a pic of Connor as he studied the daily special. The sun was on my back, it was early enough that the birds were still singing in the trees. I stood transfixed. My heart like a weight. We’d spent a glorious green and blue summer in central New YorkContinue reading “Monday coffee and a sugar cube laced with Thurber”
I love old barns, each one a snowflake and their elegant dissolve, slow motion as it is, is a thing of beauty to behold.
“Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and trouble is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?” ~John Keats Via Kevin Sessums: “John Keats penned this in 1819, to George and Georgina Keats in a letter that has become known as The Vale of Soul-Making.” https://www.facebook.com/kevin.sessums.7/posts/10151512124153708 http://www.mrbauld.com/keatsva.html http://pinterest.com/pin/55169164157570691/
Back in LA there was the 10, the 110, the 210, the 405 and the 605…trying to get somewhere fast on those 8 lanes was nearly impossible. At rush hour, less than impossible. Out here we have the county highway 19, 22, 23, 28 and if you really want to go somewhere we have theContinue reading “Good Morning, CNY!”
“To the complaint, ‘There are no people in these photographs,’ I respond, There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer.” ― Ansel Adams