Marie, Fragment 297 came to me just as the 10 o’clock sun shines on my faded yellow wall…reminding me that I have to use Formula 409 and beware of Fahrenheit 451. Time to go to a used book store and renew my meds. ))
love this…walls have so many stories to tell as well..and one can read their story written on them.. spotlighted by the sun..reminded me of the houses in Rome with their wonderful felt texture..
I love the reminder that the sun rises and sets at such completely different times all over the world – depending upon how close you are to one of the poles. I find the concept fascinating and this concept, too.
Around here in deepest winter the sun is close to the western horizon; in parts of town the lower storeys of buildings are in shadow while the roofs and upper storeys are illuminated in a yellow-to-orange glow. For four months of the year the sun never gets above the brim of your hat.
I thought as much. When I lived in Wisconsin, which is a good 1400 miles closer to the North Pole than Houston, we had barely 6-7 hours of real daylight in winter. It was a huge surprise to me (I was very young and inexperienced) that I found myself on a bus to work at 8:30 am with the sun just getting up for the day. I came to love it, though. I am a night bird, you know. Or is that a night crawler? Hmm…
everything you write / create makes me tingle!
I use a lot of electricity…
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Marie, Fragment 297 came to me just as the 10 o’clock sun shines on my faded yellow wall…reminding me that I have to use Formula 409 and beware of Fahrenheit 451. Time to go to a used book store and renew my meds.
))
Take two books and call me in the morning.
love this…walls have so many stories to tell as well..and one can read their story written on them.. spotlighted by the sun..reminded me of the houses in Rome with their wonderful felt texture..
Even blank walls have stories to tell – perhaps more than others.
Sharp, clear and vivid. Lovely.
Thank you.
I love the reminder that the sun rises and sets at such completely different times all over the world – depending upon how close you are to one of the poles. I find the concept fascinating and this concept, too.
Around here in deepest winter the sun is close to the western horizon; in parts of town the lower storeys of buildings are in shadow while the roofs and upper storeys are illuminated in a yellow-to-orange glow. For four months of the year the sun never gets above the brim of your hat.
I thought as much. When I lived in Wisconsin, which is a good 1400 miles closer to the North Pole than Houston, we had barely 6-7 hours of real daylight in winter. It was a huge surprise to me (I was very young and inexperienced) that I found myself on a bus to work at 8:30 am with the sun just getting up for the day. I came to love it, though. I am a night bird, you know. Or is that a night crawler? Hmm…
Only you know the answer to that!