Not This, Not That by Mary Oliver Nor anything, not the eastern wind whose other name is rain, nor the burning heats of the dunes at the crown of
Orange is a warm color and it is easy to find in our neighborhood. If I could not spot it in the fall pumpkins, spring flowers, or facades
All of my recent photos are of little else besides Georgetown. Here I am in the nation’s capital, with an endless potential of things to do and see, but
but not formidable ones. Instead, ones that open into avenue, and sometimes: sky.
Spring is like a perhaps hand by E.E. Cummings Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and
What holds loves power? Not words, but simple action One cloak winds round two. By Hillel Weintraub * * * Georgetown is like a small town, swathed in a blanket