Plays of light.
The earliest trees are starting to bud here, hard and hopeful and ready for what might still be coming before spring. Surprising things cast shadows; curious things happen at ground level.
posted by Dr. S at 11:58 PM
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
The earliest trees are starting to bud here, hard and hopeful and ready for what might still be coming before spring. Surprising things cast shadows; curious things happen at ground level.
About Me
- Name: Dr. S
- Location: Gambier, Ohio, United States
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
Back
- On the wing.
- Sweet Jane.
- Moon-lit colder.
- Do I have a story for you.
- In like a ... wet animal.
- Variations on yesterday, with found text.
- What we cannot keep.
- Ring around the moon.
- If there was a bullet, yo, we'll dodge it?
- [Cue Vanilla Ice joke now.]
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