Saturday, December 19, 2009

The Sky Was Hung with Various Shades of Gray

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"I saw old autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like silence, listening
To silence.
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Thomas Hood
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Saturday, December 12, 2009

The Last Illusions of Youth

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"A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air."
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Eric Sloane
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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Miscellaneous: A Road I Remember

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"As you sit on the hillside,
or lie prone under the trees of the forest,
or sprawl wet-legged by a mountain stream..."
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Stephen Graham
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