The cold and loneliness of this field and image, makes me think of another far more famous field. 

“But in a larger sense, we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.” A. Lincoln

12-24-16

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“Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.” ”

Mending Wall by Robert Frost

1/1/17

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Reality is just perception.  We can’t see ultraviolet light. We can only hear certain frequencies.   There could be large ultraviolet creatures standing talking, at frequencies the human ear can’t perceive, right next to you and you would not  be able to see or hear them.

So is this glass half full or half empty?

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Its actually full. It is full of H and O, its just the bottom part has 2 H’s for every O. H2O.

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“Like drugs and alcohol, stairs take you up and stairs bring you down. Stairs are neither in one place nor another. They bridge the vertical. Stairs have no allegiance. Stairs live in a private world of the abstruse and mystical. Don’t thrust them. More people die falling down stairs than on airplanes.”
― Chloe Thurlow

11/30/16

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“Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig–and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.”
― William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Taken at an Estate sale.  I wonder how long since that dress was worn, what happened to the marriage, what happened  to that couple since those vows were said on that special day sometime long ago.

Part of my Americana series.

12/4/16

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“She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness. Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods. The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers – stern and wild ones – and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.” Chapter XVIII, ‘A Flood of Sunshine’

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

1/2/17

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12/16/16

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“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend”
― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

11-26-16

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There is such a thing in old cemeteries, that desire us to walk, as if the souls interred there wanted to teach us to lessons they had learned .  But caught up in the here and now, we can not even take the time to read the headstones.

1/1/17

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