Monday, September 19, 2005

rococo clouds

The later sunrise is sometimes the only redeeming thing
cooler-weather mornings.
7:30 am now is when the sun is mid-sky on its way up.

When the sun-rays pour down through the changing red maples
lining the street, I feel I could never leave the North.

(Giovanni Battista Tiepolo, Allegory of the Planets and Continents, sketch, 1752, oil on canvas, 73 x 54 7/8 inches (185.4 x 139.4 cm), Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY)

Monday, September 12, 2005

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Come Fall,



The rain is here; hope evaporates with humidity.
Motion is an escape:
landscapes change, purposes temporarily shrouded.

Chills. Adrenaline. Frenetic movement.

The promise of fulfillment.