I recently felt I may never make another book. When I tell my friends that, they say: “You’re crazy. You’ve got many more books in you.” But I’m not talking about my ability to make or edit a picture or create a sequence. I’m talking about the way grace works in the world. Things are given to you, and I don’t know if I’m going to be given something like that again.
I’m a committed grinch but even I had to admit this was a pretty nice way to wake up on Christmas morning.
“Someone has put cries of birds on the air like jewels.” — Anne Carson, Plainwater
If someone made this much noise in the city while you were trying to sleep you’d call the cops.
Dry reeds, puffy clouds, violent winds. Spring in the hills.