Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.
three sailboats
3-28-13
paint on wood
3-28-13
anonymous outdoor art
3-27-13
sunset on the water - La Jolla
3-27-13
the controversial cross from a distance
3-27-13
the controversial cross up close
3-27-13
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sleeping seals
3-27-13
corrosion
3-27-13
surf
3-27-13
paradise tower
3-27-13
No one feels another’s grief, no one understands another’s joy. People imagine that they can reach one another. In reality they only pass each other by. — Franz Schubert
shell chair
3-27-13
mushroom fountain
3-27-13