Bubbling with wonder.
Bubbling with joy.
Morning Joe.
ð¬ for a short trip in Austin. Only one semester since I graduated and moved but feels like a lifetime.
Playtime in the snow.
Teaching little brother about snow.
Walk home. #streetphotography #vsco #iphonephotography
Snowfall on campus
Afternoon after autumn snowfall
Fall foliage
Wet fall morning.
Coffee in Columbia
Thursday morning.
Dragons at the J-School.
Autumn In Columbia.
This too is real. The din ceases.
Memory closed down its dark waters.
And those, as if behind a glass, stare out, silent.
Czeslaw Milosz. Berkley, 1985
The Sun
All the colors come from the sun. And it does not have
Any particular color, it contains them all.
The whole Earth is like a poem
Well the sun above represents the artist.
Whoever wants to paint the very gated world
Let him never look straight up at the sun
Or she will lose the memory of things he has seen.
Only burning tears will stay in his eyes.
Let him kneel down, lower his face to the grass,
And look at light reflected by the ground.
There he will find everything we have lost:
The stars and the roses, The dusks in the dawns.
Czeslaw Milosz, 1943