At the beginning of the semester, I had so much energy and was thrilled about everything. But now, the magic of Scotland and being back on my home campus has faded, and I'm left with work and obligations and fatigue. This week must have really tuckered me out. The social skills that I thought I had gained are receding as my hermit-nature begins to reassert itself. I am still happy, just not incandescently so.
It is late. Life is still very, very good - I wandered about the campuses tonight with two friends of mine. We paused at the Skyspace for a little bit, and it was so peaceful.
Nothing very exciting to report tonight, other than that I was able to upload a picture. (That's really the reason for this blog post. I had nothing much to say, which is why it is so fluffy.) It's by one of my favorite photographers, Robert ParkeHarrison. Sadly, I do not know the title. If you can learn to take photographs like him, mimic how calming and yet unsettling he can make them, then you will have my respect. Look at the way the tree branches reach over to the sitting man, intersecting the planes of the doors. And the door is opening into a greener, revitalizing world. It is hopeful - not too hopeful, but just enough to keep on going.
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It makes me feel dimly like crying, like an arcane feeling welling up inside of me. I used to cry so easily.
I hear you on the first paragraph. And that photograph is truly something.
ReplyDeleteMiss you, kid.
There are many times when I wish I was back in Scotland.
ReplyDeleteThe picture reminds me of this Kate Bush song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aApspl6na0E
ReplyDeleteIt wouldn't take me long
To tell you how to find it
To tell you where we'll meet
This little girl inside me
Is retreating to her favorite place
Go into the garden
Go under the ivy
Under the leaves
Away from the party
Go right to the rose
Go right to the white rose
For me
I sit here in the thunder
The green on the grey
I feel it all around me
And it's not easy for me
To give away
A secret -- it's not safe
But go into the garden
Go under the ivy
Under the leaves
Away from the party
Go right to the rose
Go right to the white rose
For me
Go into the garden
Go under the ivy
Go under the leaves for me
Go right to the rose
Go right to the white rose
I'll be waiting for you
It wouldn't take me long
To tell you how to find it...
I miss your hermit-y ways. The little drawings you used to leave in place of notes, the strange way we became friends. I feel so removed from school and everyone, but wow it has been a long time and even so I feel lucky to call you friend. Hope we can pick up where we left off in a few months.
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