Isn't it self explanatory?
Earlier this evening I spied on the moon through the branches of the huge Maple tree in our yard. Now, when I'm here at my desk, wondering what on earth to write about, the moon is spying on me (M told me so just a minute ago). What can I possibly write that the moon… Continue reading The moon’s watching
The Forest at the Edge of the World Today I left groceries by the playground on Hudson and tried to haul, up toward my block, a cross section of a maple grown too large, chainsawed into manhole covers. Alphonso, Super for All Buildings east of the projects, stopped sweeping. He leaned his bald broom against… Continue reading 52 Photos ~ Light and dark
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark We grow accustomed to the Dark -- When light is put away -- As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Goodbye -- A Moment -- We uncertain step For newness of the night -- Then -- fit our Vision to the Dark -- And meet the… Continue reading 52 Weeks ~ Flash Photo (50/52)
