Saturday, January 07, 2006


See what a dangerous place the library is -- you could break your neck there. Or slice yourself on one of the sharp corners. The library is very difficult to get into...

On the other hand, once you get in, it's comfortable and very hard to get back out again...

this is what the library area would look like if I were an Impressionist painter:

(it was snowing and vaporous)

My favorite time of day there is dusk, when four or five giant flocks of larks take their turn swooping down over the hidden low-depths garden, shrieking all at once like a high-pitched version of static on a television set, dive-bombing the pine trees several times and then finally settling in a particular one -- one per flock -- and turning the branches black with their bodies. That is something I am not able to take a photograph of, yet.


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