In the Quietus The earth’s music could be heard We stopped to listen In this period of quietus, I’m working on photographs of almost every flower we have in our yard. These are in a pot near the front porch. I was drawn to the splashes of dark pink, and the way they contrast with …
Not everything is black and white.
If only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies… how very different our ideals of beauty would be.
Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on. Bob Dylan
A Day Near Griffith Park
We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry. E. B. White
