The Size Of The Place That One

When The Mind Is Exhausted Of Images, It Invents Its Own.

Wherever Man Exists, He Finds The Need To Redesign, To Recreate The World. A More Beautiful World, Purer, Sweeter Smelling And More Colorful. A Garden Is Probably The Spot Where The Hopes For Civilization Are Best Captured. In Fact, Man Defines Himself By His Garden. My Grandmother Standing Wordless Fifteen Minutes Between Rows Of Loganberries, Clippers Poised In Her Hand.

After Weeks Of Watching The Roof Leak I Fixed It Tonight By Moving A Single Board

Streams And Mountains Never Stay The Same.

In Western Civilization, Our Elders Are Books.