proportion
When a famous person commits suicide, there are roughly ten million words of sympathy and pity for that person to every one word of sympathy and pity for the family, friends, and lovers left behind. It would be nice if that proportion could be adjusted just a little. Even if you think (as I do not) that our lives are our own to dispose of as we wish, and even if you believe (as I do) that people who take their own lives are often in a state of horrific agony, suicide is very rarely a victimless act.
June in central Texas (St Alban’s Church)
I can never quite get over magnolias
This one (from one my favorite places, Odd Duck in Austin) is called “Peaching to the Choir”
One more from the Wetlands
Lake Waco Wetlands, where most of the wildflowers have passed their bloom — but not all.
Also contemplation (at Joe T Garcia’s — last time I was here I was drinking margaritas with Chip Edgar and J I Packer)
contemplation
Also Anselm Kiefer
Anselm Kiefer, Book with Wings
