Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
10.26.2010
Day off. A photo essay.
Just me and the cats and a bit of work today. Featuring Sidney in his "do I look like I care?" pose, Simon typically oblivious, my Macbook, a cup of Aeropress coffee, my 1972 Pilot Myu fountain pen, a Field Notes memo book, and Tolstoy's little volume.
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Dad/Pappy
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What a great day. Dare I ask where the rest of the crew were on this day? I know you cherish these moments and I hope you can have a few more of them in the days ahead. Perhaps during the Thanksgiving visit with Poppa and Honey you can find some solitude and rest. I really love your blog and it gives me such deep insights into who you are.
"I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
1 comment:
What a great day. Dare I ask where the rest of the crew were on this day? I know you cherish these moments and I hope you can have a few more of them in the days ahead. Perhaps during the Thanksgiving visit with Poppa and Honey you can find some solitude and rest. I really love your blog and it gives me such deep insights into who you are.
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