I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.
Nature is, above all, profligate. Don't believe them when they tell you how economical and thrifty nature is, whose leaves return to the soil. Wouldn't it be cheaper to leave them on the tree in the first place?
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Quote of the Day, 9/15/06
Some thoughts on Autumny things...