
it was one look, but it was everything

it was one look, but it was everything

farmers markets
falling leaves
mocha coffee
Maira Kalman
blue jeans
Earth, Wind and Fire
(the group–because Boogie Wonderland–but also…)
spinning earth
roaring wind
and raging fires


I will be taking a blog break and will see you again sometime next week.
Be safe and enjoy the late summer days.
See you soon friends.

How early in the year it begins to be late! It matters not by how little we have fallen behind: it seems irretrievably late. The year is full of warnings of its shortness, as is life.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau

she was a wild and tangled mass of ferocity

insects that look like green leaves
dreams that hang about like languid strings
soap that smell like sweet roses
laughter that soars like paper airplanes


The more thrilling, wonderful, divine objects I behold in a day, the more expanded and immortal I become.
from The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau

white satin moths fly through early morning fog
as i sit on the side porch in the hushed silence,
with my coffee and thoreau


he did not choose her

she turned away