Robert (gurdonark) wrote,

from Chapter Twenty Eight

"Is life ever anything besides poetry? I was raised to believe that life was a set of familiar patterns, things to do, things to feel and rewarding pursuits. But I have instead found that life is limitless patterns and patternlessness, endless asynchronous colors and extreme pursuits of arcane goals".

---from Lonely Distance, my November novel

  • Rainy Day and Monday

    The rain fell again today. I drove through Breckinridge Park at Noon. I took pictures of a sleek Barn Swallow and of a very wet Western Kingbird. I…

  • Eyes and Cold Broccoli

    Saturday early evening my wife and I went to the EyeMasters near our home. I was impressed with the steps they took to reduce the potential for…

  • Painted

    Memorial Day came up rainy. I did some work work, some home work and read the novel I am reading, "Beforelife." At 5 p.m., I entered an…

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