I dare think, how Emily Dickinson would have viewed the internet.
The Soul selects her own Society — Then — shuts the Door — To her divine Majority — Present no more — E,D,
Category: September 2017
Never to Return
The beat before, the chop afterwards.
As I click and read, I think. I formulate a critical opinion.
No wonder, I prefer the road.
Survive
Yes, I surived Hurricane Irma. The question is, will I survive technology?
In – Sight
There is the view, directly in front of us. I ask, where am I positioned? Is it to my best advantage? My answer is I am where I am. It is what it is. And it seems, what is not in view, is what is most important.
Driftwood
the name of our local surf shop
The ocean holds treasures, as well as dangers. We who live on the island, all know that. Hurricane Irma is projected, three days away from us.
I have decided to not leave. It’s not because I am cavalier and don’t believe that the force of the wind and water, can be life threatening, but so is the evacuation.
I had to make a choice.
Florida is over populated.
I think of all of the people who have lived here, from the time of the Timuquans. What did they do?
Fish Eye Farm 