"When you wake to the dream of now

from night and its other dream,

you carry day out of the dark

like a flame."

                      from The Dream of Now

                             by William Stafford

Still no current photos so I found some from a
Sept. walk to the pond in the Research Park. 
Leaves on water, a theme I have loved since I
received Eliot Porter's book In Wildness is the
Preservation of the World.

There have been evenings when the light

has turning everything silver, and like you

I have stopped at a corner and suddenly

staggered with the grace if it all.

                        from Waiting in Line

                           by William Stafford

And every walk, a happy dog.