"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
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Sunday, February 20, 2022
Loud and Low
When the winds howl, the planes fly loud and low over the house. I snapped this photo yesterday while on a breezy walk.
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.