“it tells beautiful, shapely lies which enclose hard, exact truths.”
~ Julian Barnes, ‘Nothing to be frightened of‘
CrookedCreek never disappoints
Of a stag,
if perfect, the bur, the pearls, the beam, the gutters, the antlers…
Straight,
no Purple Haze chaser.
you’re always alone and you’re never alone.
paradoxical yet true.
‘He told them tales of ants and flowers,
the ways of trees, and the strange creatures of the Forest, about the evil things and good things, things friendly and things unfriendly, cruel things and kind things, and secrets hidden under brambles.”
The Fellowship of the Ring ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
and all of those things struck a resonant note within their minds and lived a better life for it.
`I hate flowers,
I only paint them because they’re cheaper than models and they don’t move.`
~ Georgia O’keeffe
personally, i love dead branches.
before and afters
grabbing a fistful of water
try as you may, the beauty of it is you can’t.
`Waves will rise on silent water`
a Gaelic/Scottish proverb that seems to work just as well wherever i go.
local fields between home and lake Carpo – Aude, (southern) France.
you go your way,
i’ll go mine.
if we’re lucky we’ll both get lost and meet somewhere in between.
