Archive for good morning
“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 York after moving from brown and beige LA. We were days before Connor was to leave for college in the midwest .
I’d gone back to the car to find my credit card. I don’t know how long I stood there, all I know is this is my iPhone photo.
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.”
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 the 20, a mostly 2 laner that runs from Boston to Oregon.
Rush hour traffic would be a tractor, 2 Amish buggies and a work truck. Unheard of, really.
I have been on these country highways for hours without seeing a single car or truck but mine.
“To the complaint, ‘There are no people in these photographs,’ I respond, There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer.” ― Ansel Adams