This morning as I walked at Eagle Beach in pristine air and low slant of light with the Chilkat Range on the horizon I thought of Buddy Tabor and his songs of beautiful bleakness nakedly and unabashedly saying things though his filter of reality. I thought the image I saw through my camera was a sort of song too--a beautiful bleakness that contained an irony of life and death, hopelessness and resurrection. Then in meditation I ceased my thoughts and listened only to the non words of the wind and the tide beginning to come in.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 04:20:47 +0000
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