I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Who Said This?
"Something whispered something that was not even a word. It was more like a silence that was understandable.
I was standing at the edge of the pond. Nothing living, what we call living, was in sight. And yet, the voice entered me, my body, with so much happiness. And there was nothing there but the water, the sky, the grass."