observed but not understood

geometric designs to us, but the forces that fabricate these forms, what are they, what theory exists to explain them? is the image a mind model, or the reality of mind and sensibility . . .

first title: how confusing

second title: confusion
third title: only a discriminating eye can distinguish between what is and was is not
fourth title: a composition
fifth title: beating about the bush
sixth title: subtlety is lost on the common and the vulgar

Natural Geometry

DANGER: too late, but the fly may escape

what one seed cost humankind, according to mythology

Aesop: in remembrance

Aesop who came into our home to comfort Kate after she lost Fala, her dear companion; but Aesop was too young and Kate was still grieving. When Kate died, we waited until our little Emma was born at Great Scot Kennels in Saugerties New York. She was Aesop's sister: they had the same mom but two different dads. Once Emma grew out of her wild crazy puppyhood, the siblings became inseperable companions, but their personalities were different. Whereas Aesop enjoyed being outdoors and had several favorite sites, one at the fence where he could look out towards the street, Emma preferred staying indoors until late afternoon or dusk. Then she would sit on the patio and survey the garden. Aesop might sit alongside of her. Together they explored Tallman State Park in New York, walking up and down trails with eagerness and also Olana State park and even Mt Desert island, Maine. He loved to swim in sweet water; on a hike in Rockleigh State park, New York, we followed a trail and came upon a rushing stream. he jumped right into a pool and paddled about, happy as a clam. He was a dear sweet boy, but when he felt he had to protect his sister or us, he took a stand. Now he is doggie heaven along with his sisters Kate and Emma and with his brother Fala. Eden for them is like the farmland outsie Evora, Portugal-with beautiful fields and large old cork trees and babbling brooks. And when he wants us to sisit, he summons us with a Aesop bark, and we all sit together, telling stories.

The Kiss