“Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.” ~Stephen King
“Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.” ~Stephen King
“Your silence will not protect you”
~Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches
These photos really need a sound track. As I’m creating this post, I have this running in the background so I have an accompaniment of bird and bugs and perhaps frogs chirping away. There’s also the hint of a breeze rustling the trees and high grass. For me, that is the sound of Texas. Not the traffic and the constant construction of the city, but the almost quiet of nature. The only thing that trumps it is rain on metal, whether it’s a tin roof or a window unit air conditioner. And of course after the rain all the singing and chirping and buzzing returns.
“No, I don’t like work, I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don’t like work — no man does — but I like what is on the work — the chance to find yourself. Your own reality — for yourself, not for others — what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and can never tell what it really means.”