'since we each possess our own version of ithaca, our arrival there is predestined.'
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
bright october weather and birthday auspices found the consort and me among the sabal mexicana palms and wild birds. exploring the perimeter lead to the discovery of a narrow path, shaded by cedars and quite intriguing. eagle scout kiosks marked the slope of the path down to the river where, under spanish moss, contemplation arose on the curious nature of living on the river and the troublesome aspects of having a boat of one's own.