"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
10.27.2005
"Grey Bowl" provides backdrop
Took this snap today. The grey bowl may have descended, but it hasn't yet conquered the flaming brilliance of leaves losing their chlorophyll. BG is a nice place to be if you keep your eyes open at the right time.
2 comments:
The sky looks almost blue in your gray bowl.
Lovely leaves!
Wait until the leaves are gone...
...one thing I WON'T miss!
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