Santa Cruz
“Want some money?”
“Sure!”
“Here’s some; can I take your picture?”
“Sure.”
“Smile!”
“Want some money?”
“Sure!”
“Here’s some; can I take your picture?”
“Sure.”
“Smile!”
Cross the party line; get stubbed.
One day, a few days after the liberation, I walked through the country past flowering meadows, for miles and miles, toward the market town near the camp. Larks rose to the sky and I could hear their joyous song. There was no one to be seen for miles around; there was nothing but the wide earth and sky and the larks’ jubilation and the freedom of space.
I stopped, looked around, and up to the sky—and then I went down on my knees. At that moment there was very little I knew of myself or of the world—I had but one sentence in mind—always the same: “I called to the Lord from my narrow prison and He answered me in the freedom of space.”
Man’s Search For Meaning by Victor Frankl
Walking in the park just the other day, what do you think I saw? Crowds of people sitting on the grass with flowers in their hair. –Misty Mountain Hop by Led Zeppelin
You’ll find that most paintings of players playing chess have a cat somewhere in the scene. This one has a wooden lion and a spider.
Life is so unfair. He wasn’t on the offense; his job was defense, not to catch the ball. But, he was playing the game. And what difference would possession make?
So the missed catch split his life, a mortal caesura so to speak, his life before and after the unexpected happening.
Would you like to buy one of these?
Me too!
They might be found on the discounted thrift shelf by now.
No matter how far we have veered from reverence for the miraculous fact that we exist in a universe that we don’t understand, until we stop getting to dawn, we get a chance to start over.
David Milch