Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Thursday, September 30, 2004

Judy Dater is a wonderful photographer and looks great on a misty dock too. I had a girl friend a few years ago who lived in Michigan and had a dock on a wetlands area behind her house. Shallow with reeds, cattails, lush green ferns and plants and those white flowers that float right on top of the water. Magical in morning sun and twilight. It would mist like this and we spent lots of time on that dock, dressed, undressed, partially dressed, standing, sitting, laying. I miss both her and that magical place.