Friday, January 16, 2009

buried

Somewhere in this photo, there is a house, right?


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Not my house, but still, a house.

Somewhere in this pile of hours there is a life and I remember it – well lived (or well enough) just days ago, on an island off the coast of Venezuela.

Buried now. Pulverized and scattered in banks of chin-high snow.

How I miss my hours in the sun!

1 comment:

  1. Hey, considering you missed the worst of the cold and snow, and enjoyed what looked like paradise instead, no kvetching allowed!

    (However, you could bend the rules a little and post some rejected Tobago pictures instead of snow and ice. We wouldn't mind.)

    Barry

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