Generals and a beauty queen. Salute and a gunshot strews pigeons. To circle the air above the arches. Later, as they puff and court. I watch an old woman feed the birds,. Her smile opens seams of sunlight in the cracks. And the plaza glows white and golden. I think the god of war must look like her.

Discontent is the first necessity of progress. Sunday, 18 April 2010. Monday, 12 April 2010.

To feel in the rush of the passing, the stillness of the eternal. On Saturday we travelled across the new Queensferry Crossing. And, it will last for more than 100 years. But what limited the vision? Estima.

Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking. Wednesday, August 16, 2017. Graven images in the commons. Sunday, August 13, 2017. It came to me after an illness had kept me locked inside for a couple of months. For some reason, I was reminded of it this morning. Leave the house as if for the first time. Hear again snow under foot. See my breath again fog the crisp air. Ask him if he had ev.