Now I become myself. It's taken time, many years and places...
- May Sarton
I believe that, for the creative soul,
a horizon line is a psychological imperative,
the physical embodiment of
the infinite expanse of all things.
- Richard Horan
Today I am slowly treading in the coolwarm September water of these words.
*Photos taken by Bud one day last winter.
Sunday we lounged in the backyard, moving from sun to shade with cups of coffee and The New York Times, the day stretched out before us. We stayed until it was time to turn on the fairy lights and bring out the grill.
Yesterday, after a full morning, I opened the door to the backyard hoping for just a little bit of that same level of relaxation.
Rave raced out in front of me and within seconds had caught a cat.
Oh, oh, my. He dropped it immediately upon my (shrieking) command and the trespasser darted up a tree and over the fence intact.
That dog isn't always as placid as he appears in photographs.
* I found this book exquisite.
Monday, September 5, 2011