I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains There's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in crooked line And the less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine. --The Indigo Girls, "Closer to Fine"… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Crooked line
Once More, the Round What's greater, Pebble or Pond? What can be known? The Unknown. My true self runs toward a Hill More! O More! visible. Now I adore my life With the Bird, the abiding Leaf, With the Fish, the questing Snail, And the Eye altering All; And I dance with William Blake For… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Round
I've been staring at this picture for a week, and I find I don't have anything to say about symmetry. Symmetry is complete unto itself, beautiful, self-explanatory, and nothing I can say would add clarity. Bridges, too, are beautiful, and perhaps I have more to say about those, but didn't I once before? (Not that… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Symmetry (46/52)
Most every day, the dog and I take a stroll. Our usual path is to take the trail from the driveway down into the river valley. From there, we have several choices, but the most interesting choices require that we cross the iron bridge. The bridge is no obstacle to me, but the dog fears… Continue reading Cross that bridge and then… Bark!