Bedrock & Paradox

I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.

A few from the ‘dacks

One of my favorite places to go take a walk in the woods.

Weather was vintage; around 1400 a light and steady rain rolled in, and hasn’t stopped since. We’re in Lake Placid, with a great sixth floor view of Mirror Lake. Mom and sis are contemplating roller-Bobsled rides tomorrow if it’s still raining.