From October/November, 2017.
i am driving home, back to work, back to the kitchen, our new cafe, on this late october early evening with the day and the days getting darker by degrees and i see a tall white van backed up the drive of a small house. its back doors are open and on its side is painted a large blue cross with the name Provider Plus in white letters cut out of the cross and of course i wonder if someone has come home to die. a brace of mallards cuts across my route as i cross the river and they follow it. i must stop at the grocery for fruit as the commercial supplier's have been so atrocious lately. the parking lot is packed on this early friday evening and i see the pinking autumn sky reflected in the windows of all the cars and trucks. it will be dark by the time i get home.
…on becoming a Pen
in the Sun’s hand…
Liana’s recent post, this is what you should do…
put me in mind of the origin of this whole phaiga thing for me. I love what this quote from Rumi says about the human body, the human being bridging the gap between earth and sky, becoming a conduit…
It was the busy autumn of 2009 and if I was going to capture any of the colors in that one “sweet-week” of October, it had to be from the dashboard of my car on a quiet city street…
I had no time….
The words came as I later viewed these images.
I had no idea what I would find.
The sky and I were in cahoots,
my eyes were blind
More to come….