The most precious memories are those of things that never happened
are the most precious of all
I don't remember the date. 1971. Summer. I sat in the plane and looked at the mountain. Waited. The plane began to move. The plane was still on the runway. Gaining speed but still on the runway. I was still there, still touching. The nose lifted. The center wheels still on the ground. Still touching.… Continue reading The Plane
Mazar-i-Sharif, 1969 #Mazar #Afghanistan
1968. My first morning in Afghanistan. Looking out my hotel window and I see girls on their way to school. The view from the window would be different today. wja 15 Aug 2021
wellsweptyard.blogspot.com/2018/06/blue.http Overheard at Magritte exhibition at SFMOMA: "We should use that blue in our hallway"