tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post5156780981897324284..comments2024-03-27T20:22:42.005-06:00Comments on light-in-leaves: SnippetsMarilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17085334272613025173noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1836198539158358199.post-38697637515627573842012-04-19T13:50:18.980-06:002012-04-19T13:50:18.980-06:00Hmmm. Hard to remember all the commentable things...Hmmm. Hard to remember all the commentable things as the pictures have disappeared, and can't be used for reference. Let's see. Yes. Loved the baby in the field. And the story of the fountain was quite clear, thank you. I can only feel sympathy for the protagonist, though I have never been tempted to pull of my pants to get into a fountain. I'd do it with them on, and wear the jammies later. The FISH. The nose one looks like a Jim Christensen painting, for heaven's sake. And yes, I too look hard for our beauty. There was a time when it was clear to me - maybe the first of the three thousand times I drove across the desert to LA - I was struck with the strength, the suggestion of endurance and determination of our landscape. And the light that comes in angles when the sun is new or old. But nothing will ever make up to me the decades of no rolling grassy hills. I was made for Ohio or Wales or somewhere not so gray and brown. Still - here I is, and they will simply plant me when the time comes -Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02040714440875408436noreply@blogger.com