Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Moon and Heat Moon


Had I gone looking for some particular place rather than any place, I’d never have found this spring under the sycamores.  Since leaving home, I felt for the first time at rest.  Sitting full in the moment, I practiced on the god-awful difficulty of just paying attention.  It’s a contention of Heat Moon’s-leaving as he does any traveler who misses the journey misses about all he’s going to get-that a man becomes his attentions.  His observations and curiosity, they make and remake him.
William Least Heat-Moon from Blue Highways
photo: brandon smith

2 comments:

  1. We were having way more fun back there. Fug u moon.

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