"Our life is leaves drifting slowly earthward, rain softly falling, children being born and growing up to their own lives, friends conversing before an open fire, good food and good sleep."
--Irving Petit, Life on Tiger Mountain
Sunday, August 27, 2006
On the advantage of nearsightedness
I can't afford to own a Monet to hang on my wall. But I can paddle my kayak into Mercer Slough, point it toward a patch of waterlilies, and remove my glasses.