The guardian chicken riding shotgun the morning after.
Every artist was first an amateur. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Continue reading →
The moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would never otherwise have occurred. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one’s favor all manner of unforseen incidents and meetings and material assistance which no man could have dreamed would have come his way. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Continue reading →
A bit of Chopin (Rubenstein), a keyboard and Thou, NaNoWriMo, singing against the winds of November. Continue reading →
Old age is • a flight of small • cheeping birds • Continue reading →
The only real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
