I woke up one morning in early October and found this outside, which provoked much wandering around in a bathrobe with a camera. Morning - a time for breaking ground, as Harry Chapin might say.
"Doctor, without your wounds, where would your power be? It is your melancholy that makes your low voice tremble into the hearts of men and women. The very angels themselves cannot persuade the wretched and laundering children of this earth as can one human being broken on the wheels of living. In love’s service only wounded soldiers can serve ..."
- Thorton Wilder, The Angel That Troubled the Waters
3 comments:
if your going to continue posting these pictures, realize the envious movement it is stirring with in me.
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_ <--- this is me being mad
we don't have cool photo ops over here
i want to wander around in a bathrobe. it would allow me to walk around with the portable warmth of bed that i so richly desire.
You are so right about the portable warmth part.
And you definitely have photo ops. You just have to be lucky enough to have a camera on you, too...
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