unexpected flowers on the wayside

within things

there is peace, and at the end

of things. It is the mind

turned away from the world

that turns against it.

Wendell Berry

the power of photography

Helianthus

, 

When I'm dead and buried back into the earth, 

skin touching soil instead of polymer,

I hope the sun, rain, and worms expedite the process of decomposition.

Buried in the late October ground, 

I'll be always basking once again in the suns rays by early August

Barefoot, blonde, and visited by bees.

keep this in mind

I stumbled upon this website today: Thought Questions

 

One I have been struggling to answer lately: 

 

I catch glimpses of an answer here and there, and I can recall it in memories. But the answer most lies on the west coast, amongst trees and the ocean, with Adam.