There are few things better than bumming around. The other day J. and I went to Mt. Auburn Cemetery. ''It's so beautiful here," I said to J., "death doesn't seem so bad." "I keep death and nature separate," J. answered, meaning, I believe, that sky, trees, birds were in one category and death in another. The sky was dramatic.
Here is a tall ship sailing in stone.
Yesterday A. and I walked through Robbins Park and admired the fans hanging from the trees.
They caught the wind.
And here are a few lines about taking pictures:
Keep still! I say to children
but let cattails shake, asters shiver,
oak creak, hawks dive,
branches crack, leaves silver,
storms rip, so the world reveals
secrets and my picture blurs.
Thank you very much for these thoughtful lines. Guess from now on, it will be difficult to ask my son to remain still, while allowing the whole other world to be alive.
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