"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
Throughout the length and breadth of the neighborhood I was the only soul out for a stroll.
Call it cabin fever or just plain stubbornness. Whatever it was, it put me in place to snap this shot.
posted by Anne Cassidy at
11:17 AM
I’m a writer and editor, the author of "Parents Who Think Too Much" and a freelancer published everywhere from the "New York Times" to "Woman’s Day." I’ve been scribbling my thoughts in one tattered notebook or another for most of my life, but this blog is the first time I’ve gone public. I'm glad you've landed here, and I hope you visit often.
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