phenomenon

 

 

 

 

one beautiful bright sunny December day
we thought it would be a nice time to explore the seaside town of Rockport
as we neared the coast
the clouds rolled in
snow blew and swirled around us
it looked like a nor’easter had hit
strange, it wasn’t in the forecast
turns out, that day a snow cloud decided to hang out over just this particular town
while the rest of Massachusetts was crystal clear

it was magical
people went about their shopping, dashing into coffee shops for warmth
the holiday lights twinkled, there was a party-like atmosphere about the town

 

while this photo is far from perfect
I love it for the memory
one I have thought about every Christmas since

a simple gift

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

bread crumbs

 

 

 

 

 

“Every hour, Robert thinks, all over the globe, an infinite number of memories disappear, whole glowing atlases dragged into graves. But during that same hour children are moving about, surveying territory that seems to them entirely new. They push back the darkness; they scatter memories behind them like bread crumbs. The world is remade.”

 

~ Anthony Doerr

 

 

 

 

 

dimension

 

“Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. If you can bend space you can bend time also, and if you knew enough and could move faster than light you could travel backwards in time and exist in two places at once.

It was my brother Stephen who told me that, when he wore his raveling maroon sweater to study in and spent a lot of time standing on his head so that the blood would run down into his brain and nourish it. I didn’t understand what he meant, but maybe he didn’t explain it very well. He was already moving away from the imprecision of words.

But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another. You don’t look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away.”

~ Margaret Atwood

bits and pieces

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lobsterglistening on the trail

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Summer 2016

(and it’s not over just yet)

“You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home. People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. If a man carries many such memories with him into life, he is safe to the end of his days, and if one has only one good memory left in one’s heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us.”
~ Fyodor Dostoevsky