On Sunday my sister Fran stopped by with a gift for me. Knowing I love to journal and knowing I love Henry David Thoreau, she brought me a new book, "All Nature is My Bride: Passages from the Journals Arranged as Poetry" by William M. White. So instead of cleaning the house, doing abit of school work or editing a friend's writing, I found myself first in a rocking chair on the deck and later on the dock down the pond reading this book from cover to cover. Beautiful poems are contained within Thoreau's prose ~they are graphic, intense and melodic. The rhythms, images and cadences are all there and just spill softly and silently into my consciousness. Throughout the book, one finds passages repeated over and over, where Thoreau speaks of his "little crust of earth" and with this in mind, I thought of my own. Taking camera in hand I decided that through images you may discover "my crust of earth".
find a crust of earth, call it your own
measure the seasons of your life
by the compassion to others you give.
Live close to nature
In all it's seasons and
Solitude will be your friend.