To see in color is a delight for the eye but to see in black and white is a delight for the soul. Andri Cauldwell
Black and white creates a strange dreamscape that color never can. Jack Antonoff
Every day the sea
blue gray green lavender
pulls away leaving . . .
far out the faint, sheer
line turns, rustling over the slack,
the outer bars, over the green-furred flats . . .
the shining sheets forward, deepening,
pushing, wreathing together
wave and seaweed, their piled curvatures
spilling over themselves, lapping
blue gray green lavender, never
resting, not ever but fashioning shore,
When I re-enter, alone, the city's crush
and its chaos of noise
and the fury of traffic surrounds me,
may I, above that hammering confusion,
remember sky and the mountain slopes
where the herds are still descending home-ward.
Yesterday, I went down to the bay: a lovely morning, cool, dry, quiet (mostly). It demonstrated to me once again, that mornings are the best part of a day.
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything) T. S. Eliot
the return to simplicity . . . comes from much good looking and good hearing . . . There is no other way. Richard Rohr