Open the door now./ Go roll up the collar of your coat/ To walk in the changing scarf of mist.
Tell your sins here to the pearl fog/ And know for once a deepening night/ Strange as the half-meanings/ Alurk in a wise woman's mousey eyes.
Yes, tell your sins/ And know how careless a pearl fog is/ Of the laws you have broken
wrote Carl Sandburg in a pome he called "Pearl Fog."
Hey Ray, This is more of a personal note than anything else. As a being who found his best work while writing and recording 52 songs in 52 weeks last year, it seems to me you've found the same keen eye for excellence by never shutting off your Socratic search. I spent the year, like yourself, approaching all things and situations of the world in wonder, never shutting down the searchlight. Hope you make these pictures into a book one day. Not that they don't look great here on the forum... I just like books. Looking forward to your next handful, Nick
Sigh. Smoking makes me happy. Come to NYC for Tribeca, I'm going.