Solitude is not something you must hope for in the future. Rather, it is a deepening of the present, and unless you look for it in the present you will never find it.
Thomas Merton (1915-1968)monk, writer, photographer
William Shakespeare (1564-1616) dramatist, playwright and poet
Neither a man nor a crowd nor a nation can be trusted to act humanely or to think sanely under the influence of a great fear.
Bertrand Russell (1872-1970) author, mathematician, & philosopher
What a distressing contrast there is between the radiant intelligence of a child and the feeble mentality of the average adult.
Sigmund Freud (1856-1939) neurologist and founder of psychoanalysis
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo (1802-1885) poet, novelist, human rights activist
God appears, and God is Light,
To those poor souls who dwell in Night;
But does a Human Form display
To those who dwell in realms of Day.
William Blake (1757 - 1827) English engraver, illustrator, & poetKeep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.
Walt Whitman (1819-1892) poet
notes on photos:
notes on photos:
- self portrait snapped while wandering along a (well marked) country road somewhere in the lehigh valley, pennsylvania, may 2008
- steel road supports, chicago, october 2007
- detail of agora a monumental sculptural installation of 106 iron cast figures in grant park by magdalena abakanowicz chicago october 2007
- playground, cleveland june 2009
- a portrait of two friends in liberty ny, may 2008
- sax musician viewed from atop the centre pompidou, paris, october 2005
- henry moore sculpture as part of the exhibit "moore in america" at the new york botanical garden, august 2008
- family portrait. ever since em was a little girl we have been taking shadow portraits this one was taken somewhere in washington state, august 1999
joni of course! what other song could I possibly have chosen?
10 AM addendum: I can't believe I forgot to include a stanza (or two) from one of my favorite childhood poems, my shadow by robert louis stevenson. well here is an audio version of the poem in it's entirety - I was hoping there would have been a version of stevenson performing it himself, since stevenson lived in the last half of the 19th century, I guess that would be asking for a lot!