Some places are like old friends. Time may pass between you, but when you return to them you find them there. It's not that they're waiting for you. But they are welcoming without trying to, by simply being what they are. A good old friend of mine is Herastrau Park, and recently I saw it … Continue reading Meeting an Old Friend After a Year
Returning to the park after a long time, I found my attention arrested by a tree... So much beauty and so much pain in its position in a mass of cracked, dried wood. In years passed, I must have walked by it many times, before the sky-storm or the man-storm or it’s parasitic illness. When … Continue reading A Broken Tree: Three Photos
On our keyboards it stays aloof from other letters. We never begin a sentence with it, and unlike the Spacebar or Enter, we don’t press it eagerly as we flow with our thoughts. On the contrary, before pressing it we may sigh inwardly and feel unpleasant, as if we’ve done something wrong, committed a silent … Continue reading In Praise of the Backspace Key
