"His words made a sound to the eyes" G.Stein describing Robert Coates.
I want my words to evoke sound to the eyes
Picked up this Friends of the Urban Forest Manual last weekend. It makes me look at trees in SF in a whole new way--shape, size, flowers, leaves, bark, type. I start to wonder how old they are, who planted them, who cares for them...the stories only trees could tell.
Why is it that some days are so effortlessly filled with inspiration & others are so mundane? Maybe there's nothing really different except the way in which I look at the world, the way I approach the day.
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