Living Between the Lines
Utah in the Afternoon The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass Answer’d the lovely maid and said: “I am a watry weed, And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales; So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head; Yet I am visited from heaven, and heContinue reading “William Blake”
Cannery Row, Newport Beach (Reproduction) People tell themselves stories in order to make sense of the world. They believe the stories are true, even when they are not. (Note to self: The illusion of an illusion is that is not an illusion.) S. M. Hart ~ How to Crochet During the Apocalypse
Elephant at Gold Beach A hobby is a defiance of the contemporary. It is an assertion of those permanent values which the Momentary eddies of social evolution have contravened or overlooked. If this is true, then we may also say that every hobbyist is inherently a radical, And that his tribe is inherently a minority.Continue reading “Aldo Leopold”
Rockaway Beach Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand, In the moon that is always rising, Nor that riding to sleep I should hear him fly with the high fields And wake to the farm forever fledContinue reading “Dylan Thomas”
Water Garden at Giverny (Reproduction) If someone lived your life today, would they have any regrets tomorrow? Would you recommend the life you live to anyone else? Suppose the person you love most decided to live the way you plan to live today, thinking your thoughts, saying your words, and making your choices? Would theyContinue reading “Claude Monet”
Virginia at Eighteen When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love falseContinue reading “William Butler Yeats ~ S. M. Hart”
Below the East, she has discovered it, Now she has discovered Dawn Boy, The child now he has come upon it, Where it was resting, he has come upon it, Now he talks to it, now it listens to him. Since it listens to him, it obeys him; Since it obeys him, it grants himContinue reading “North Shore Trail, Point Lobos”
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