Thursday, October 27, 2011

On Rue Descartes

photo: copyright Hazel Smith 2010

Photo copyright Hazel Smith 2010

Photo: copyright Hazel Smith 2010

The gist of this poem by Yves Bonnefoy is that although we pass a dirty city tree and look right through it, this is might be enough to remind us that it's still a part of nature, along with the sky, the birds and the wind. The poet asks the philosopher if he has looked at this tree on his street, if he did his thoughts will be freer.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Le Temps Passe Vite

I can't believe it's been a more than a year. Before winter falls, here are some more pictures of Giverny.

I didn't see him until now. I'll just pretend he's a ghost.

There are worse jobs.