Autumn Isn’t The Same Without You.

The girl is escaping the house, delightedly.

For some reason, she hadn’t realized before that leaving meant leaving something behind. This was a gouging…a formidable excavation. Perhaps the true fault in our nature is believing that these coinciding and colliding lives are intrinsically meaningful. Or perhaps it’s our greatest asset. Oh, but to be able to let go of it all, regardless.

RMS, 3/26/2015

Virginia Woolf, from Orlando: A Biography

Large Dead Leaf No. 2 (1966) by Eliot Hodgkin

One year ago is still yesterday.

(RMS, 10-16-21.)

Tent life.

Summer 2018, Nashville, TN.

Fortuity.

“Said one observer on Gallatin Road, about three-quarters of a mile north of the storm, ‘The tornado cloud was first observed while watching the unusual hail, which fell prior to the storm. The cloud approaching from a westerly direction appeared like a huge inverted cone moving rapidly across a light-colored background of rain, looking very much similar to a shadow moving across a motion picture screen.’”

https://www.weather.gov/ohx/nashvilletornadomarch1933