"The older we get, the deeper we dig into our childhoods,
Hoping to find the radiant cell
That washed us, and caused our lives
                                                                       to glow in the dark like clock

hands
Endlessly turning toward the future,
Tomorrow, day after tomorrow, the day after that,
                                                             all golden, all in good 

 time"

 

                                from Archaeology

                                                   Charles Wright

 

 

Photo Winter 2011

 

 "There's a certain Slant of light,

Winter Afternoons―

That oppresses, like the Heft

Of Cathedral Tunes―"

 

                    from Slant of Light                          

                             Emily Dickinson