And Immediately Rather Than Words Comes The

I Don't Think I Write Well - Just Better Than Anyone Else.

Here Silence Stands Like Heat. Here Leaves Unnoticed Thicken, Hidden Weeds Flower, Neglected Waters Quicken, Luminously-peopled Air Ascends; And Past The Poppies Bluish Neutral Distance Ends The Land Suddenly Beyond A Beach Of Shapes And Shingle. Here Is Unfenced Existence: Facing The Sun, Untalkative, Out Of Reach.

But O, Photography! As No Art Is, Faithful And Disappointing!

I Am Awakened Each Dawn Increasingly To Fear.

Still, Vicious Or Virtuous, Love Suits Most Of Us.