Wednesday, January 11, 2006

My field (holds the world together)

An Antigua dusk

and sunset over the Catskill the night before the family arrived.

Two green pastures that, within a week, I was blessed to see side by side. One not dulled by the other.

And because there's always some Emerson kicking around to suit:

"Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. Embark, and the romance quits our vessel, and hangs on every other sail in the horizon.

Our life looks trivial, and we shun to record it.

Men seem to have learned of the horizon the art of perpetual retreating and reference.

`Yonder uplands are rich pasturage, and my neighbor has fertile meadow, but my field,' says the querulous farmer, `only holds the world together.'"

from Emerson, Experience.


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