A warm evening breeze carries the heady aroma of honeysuckle though the open window. Wild honey suckle. Uncontrollable, growing + covering anything still. + the warm glow of fireflies up the trees.
You can't have a light without a dark to stick it in. -Arlo
At a small town community center there were tears on the floor from decades of past Saturday morning posts illustrated by Norman Rockwell. i’ve heard he did not consider himself a fine artist, + he admired greatly those who claimed that title. He was content to beautifully, sentimentally, illustrate - exposing the american human condition at a time when there was much to question. Not much changes.
i will give another nod to J. C. Leyendecker.
Without thinking too much about it in specific terms, I was showing the America I knew and observed to others who might not have noticed. -Norman Rockwell
Now the years are rolling by me
They are rockin’ evenly
I am older than I once was
And younger than I’ll be; that’s not unusual
Nor is it strange
After changes upon changes
We are more or less the same
- P. Simon
We are back where we start.
Always struggling to find ourselves right here, right now – missing it.
Always struggling to find ourselves right here, right now – missing it.
