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and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. Excerpt: "Real work" ~ Wendell Berry

An eternal charm seems to emanate from these places forgotten by the time. May be the Photography refines senses and gives the ability to see the world through new eyes.

When I was younger it was plain to me I must make something of myself. Older now I walk back streets Admiring the houses of the very poor: Roof out of line with sides The yard cluttered with old chicken wire, ashes, Furniture gone wrong, The fences and outhouses built of barrel-staves and parts of boxes, all If I am fortunate, Smeared a blues green that properly weathered Pleases me best of all colours. No one will believe this Of vast import of the nation. ~ William Carlos Williams

HWW ~ Best wishes

It is a cold and snowy night, The main street is deserted. The only thing moving are swirls of snow. As I lift the mailbox door, I feel its cold iron. There is a privacy I love in this snowy night. Driving around. I will waste more time. "Driving to Town late to mail a letter" ~ Robert Bly

All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!' The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppresses them as they go, And they end by bidding them as they go, And they end by bidding him stay with them. Since ever they flung abroad in spring The leaves had promised themselves this flight, Who now would fain seek sheltering wall, Or thicket, or hollow place for the night. And now they answer his summoning blast With an ever vaguer and vaguer stir, Or at utmost a little reluctant whirl That drops them no further than where they were. I only hope that when I am free As they are free to go in quest Of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life It may not seem better to me to rest "Misgivings" ~ Robert Frost

Lucky the leaf Unable to predict the fall, ~W. H. Auden -o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o A leaf was riven from a tree, “I mean to fall to earth,” said he The west wind, rising, made him veer. “Eastward,” said he, “I now shall steer.” The east wind rose with greater force. Said he: “ ‘Twere wise to change my course" With equal power they content. He said “My judgment I suspend.” Down died the winds, the leaf, elate, Cried, “I’ve decided to fall straight.” ~ Ambrose Bierce

Photographed in the local train. New Jersey HBM -- have a great week -- Happy holidays too

An eternal charm seems to emanate from these places forgotten by the time. May be the Photography refines senses and gives the ability to see the world through new eyes