…I haven’t abandoned this place.
It’s where I come to write when no one’s looking. To project onto the scrim of the web any image that has captured my fancy and my device’s lens; and then to reflect on it.
It’s very meta, this place. Which is why inscribing digital runes and petroglyphs must be a special act, one requiring discipline and… a hewing to the rarefied. ;-) Sure, you may see that as a copout or as flimsy post facto reasoning—but that is really how I’ve treated this space. That it continues to exist is an affirmation. As far as I can tell, it remains free; neither you nor I are bound to pay it anything, not money, nor even heed. But it continues to abide.
I do wonder how you’re doing, from time to time. Our Facebook chats have dropped to nil but maybe that’s a function of the preoccupation of our days. Whenever I read news about Sweden and migrants, I think of you—your former job, your stories, but most of all your drawings.
No, I haven’t left. I simply prefer to be parsimonious with my time and words here… as it is a good place. One not to be sullied with the ordinary.
But I am saying goodnight...
You can catch quite a bit of light with just one leaf.
Coming back here, S...
Echoing a first line of a Jeffers poem.
Something beautiful leaves...
Adularescence in sand; sand as incipient glass; as a mirror of dawn.
Approaching 6 p.m., Makena Landing.
Meanwhile, true wildness is just a breath away, keeping its own counsel, and its judgment in momentary abeyance.