40 gestures, 40 days, 40 years

Saturday, December 8, 2007


The Madison Avenue poinsettias have died in the turn of cold weather, which was to be expected of tropical plants outdoors here at this time of year. I want to be sad about it, because planting them was such a joy. But it also marks and affirms life's non-linearity and the inevitability of darkness coming with light. It is another reminder of the tension between humans and place.

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