Monday, December 31, 2007

Yellow sparkly

"...I cannot see night rendered into fire

And yet I do believe a net of glitter is above me ..."

From "The Mystery of Meteors" by Eleanor Lerman


R.L. Bourges said...

"Walking down the paths of the cold park
I remember myself, the one who can wait out anything
So I caution the dog to go silently, to bear with me
the burden of knowing what spins on and on above our heads"

"Then one of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar." (Isaiah 6:6)

Your blog is not a blog. It is a mitzvah.

lowenkopf said...

For a minute there, I thought you'd caught my nose.

Bill said...

The Nocturnal Sky is Filled with Blazing Sunlight

--Norris Smith

x said...

I'm in love with these car photos. They're so sexual...I mean sensual.