life seems like such a transient thing, often we slip by death blissfully unaware that the next breath is life, no breath, no life….. so in a sliver of light I saw life quiver, green ghosts of evergreen… delicate fronds riding on this breath of life…
Pure form is found all around, the curve of a spine, the last drop on a leaf, in a curve…..the flow and the line have a certain grace and elegance, like the lines of motor vehicles, especially some of the older cars, when the design was sometimes far from functional – it was a thing of beauty only.
redmeat is a myth.
…..as is not only do you get the complete package, you will also receive – absolutely free – ….. free is sometimes a myth as well, in fact most of the time…. but sunrise and sunset is relatively free – you get one of each everyday…. make of it what you will.
these stones kissed by the setting sun – rock and sand, hard and soft, yin and yang, a kind of beach zen…. before enlightenment – throwing stones, after enlightenment – throwing stones…. at the beach we are more equal somehow….less preoccupied with urban stealth and more prone to natures soft touch.
