"I find I am humming, softly, not to the music, but to something else, some place else. A place remembered."
from A River Runs Through It
I can also be found at all the words (poems) and in silence, humming softly (musing)...
My other site the far blue hills (gardens, nature) is awaiting my attention to photographs... naming, sorting, rearranging. Not abandoned, just taking a rest.
“Without Art, we should have no notion of the sacred; without Science, we should always worship false gods.”