practicing artful, primal, irreducible beholding
Nine Mile Creek, Lake Erie Watershed (Southern Basin), USA No time (all a-rush)… No time; here & there arranging, buying, doing, fixing, speaking… Where is the water that I can touch today? I have failed to notice properly… I forget my internal tides; I race on asphalt, smelling of urgency (road and body)… Annoyance, desire, […]
We begin again, James Aldridge and I, to walk in concert, in reflection, in wondering and noticing. We’ve been at it for awhile, off and on, this becoming flaneur and flaneuse and walking-to-know some thing. In the end, we may well find that we have known all along the thing being sought. On this one […]
