found on my walk -
the fragile strength of a bee's wingthe oak tree hidden inside of an acorn
the return to earth promised by rusted street sweeper's bristles
prevailing thought on life and after hurricane irene: grateful
saturday afternoon emily and i went to the boardwalk to check the building sea, view the preparations...
the winds blew, rains soaked, flooding occurred, tornadoes appeared... for us, power outages, flooding, fallen trees... lucky... water in my basement - grateful... i was so sorry to learn about the damage done in new england... how so many didn't (why would they?) have flood insurance... and so i hope that fema helps them...
a view of the ocean side of the bridge at the inlet where the river i live on enters... the apartments across the street are 2 and 3 stories high... i believe this was taken by the bridge tender...
'it is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned
with the human problem all one's life
and find at the end
that one has no more to offer by way of advice
than 'try to be a little kinder'.
~ aldous huxley
feeling the long exhale of autumn... the acorns are falling, the trees are indicating the approach of their imminent show, nights are cooling...