"I think over again my small adventures, my fears, These small ones that seemed so big. For all the things I had to get and to reach. And yet there is only one great thing. The only thing. To live to see the great day … Read More →
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dusk
Man is a thinking reed but his great works are done when he is not calculating and thinking."Childlikeness" has to be restored with long years of training in the art of self-forgetfulness. When this is attained, man thinks yet he does not think. He thinks … Read More →
best friend
guest photo by jane brooks Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand , For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand - W.B. Yeats
what the autumn knew #2
You’re what the autumn knew would happen after the last collapse of primary color once the last absolutes were torn to pieces you could begin… -Adrienne Rich
see feel love
charcoal on shell, jane brooks more from this beach walk