“I have spent weeks in the desert, forgetting to look at the moon, he says, as a married man may spend days never looking into the face of his wife. These are not sins of omission but signs of pre-occuopation.”
–Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
“Night and day the river flows. If time is the mind of space, the River is the soul of the desert. Brave boatmen come, they go, they die, the voyage flows on forever. We are all canyoneers. We are all passengers on this little mossy ship, this delicate dory sailing round the sun that humans call the earth. Joy, shipmates, joy.” — (Edward Abbey, The Hidden Canyon — A River Journey)
“…you are my rainbow to keep. My eyes will always be watching you; never will I lose sight of you.”
–Vesna Bailey
I snapped this shot of a friend and her daughter, as they lounged on a blanket passing the hours of a very long race our husbands were running. It is a lousy photo, but I love the energy between their faces, so I did a little colorful study of that precious mother-daughter moment.