“They Found Me…”
I don’t know how, but they found me….
…RUN FOR IT, MARTY!!!!”
In early Summer, I was out walking and saw a new and exemplary assortment of not-your-basic-mushrooms.
Some of those photos I was talking about earlier:
Meanwhile….in the Donations Room:
I love that poster. And I love that it was in an old textbook about America, as an American trait.
I liked that last poem you wrote, especially the first 3 sections. It seems like there’s a shift in tone at one point that seems curious- after ‘true north’ and before ‘to have’. What was edited out?
(( I’ve never been a fan of the quote “All’s fair in love and war”, though, because I don’t think it’s true. If it’s true, then what are war crimes? ))
That youngest photo of you that you’ve posted — your expression in that photo and your demeanor always stand out to me. When I look at it, I see the face of a much older person in a 5 or 6 year old’s body, the face of someone who’s been let down a lot, disappointed a lot, and on guard for more to come. You look expectant, but skeptical. Your face seems so guarded and watchful. The young girl behind you is playfully aware of the camera and of her appearance for a photo, but you are different, and seem much more focused on observing, and waiting, and thinking.
No comments on the stunning Webb images? You haven’t mentioned those, which surprises me. My favorite is the Cosmic Cliffs (“the Cliffs of Insanity”?).
I love you.
I love you so much.
and I miss you.