Now that I can type with 1.2 hands, and being as it’s too hot to venture outdoors in these Central Texas August middays, I can get back to San Pedro in my imagination – where I really ought to be in this break between summer school and the start of fall semester.
Mary and I opened our visit with lunch at the 22nd Street Landing, because salt air and white wine. Traffic coming out of LAX at noon on a Friday was just as you would imagine, and I always need some sea breeze when I first arrive.
But this post is all about images from a day’s typical walk and the kinds of things that capture our attention. Continue reading
As a youngest child (aka “spoiled brat”) I have never been particularly teachable. I think, having watched a world full of older, obviously competent individuals, I came to believe that it was downright shameful to not know stuff.
Maybe I should put a trigger warning in here. There’s some hospital stuff. And a photo of an X-ray. Proceed with caution if you’re squeamish about that sort of thing. Continue reading
It’s been a long time since I came to San Pedro in June. Continue reading
May is generally good to us, rain-wise. Continue reading
I was still up in my northwest office on a recent evening when a line of storms came through. Continue reading
I’ll tell you what: Gerard Manley Hopkins makes me wish I were a theist.
To what serves Mortal Beauty?
TO what serves mortal beauty ‘ -dangerous; does set danc-
ing blood-the O-seal-that-so ‘ feature, flung prouder form
Than Purcell tune lets tread to? ‘ See: it does this: keeps warm
Men’s wits to the things that are; ‘ what good means-where a glance
Master more may than gaze, ‘ gaze out of countenance.
Those lovely lads once, wet-fresh ‘ windfalls of war’s storm,
How then should Gregory, a father, ‘ have gleaned else from swarm-
ed Rome? But God to a nation ‘ dealt that day’s dear chance.
To man, that needs would worship ‘ block or barren stone,
Our law says: Love what are ‘ love’s worthiest, were all known;
World’s loveliest-men’s selves. Self ‘ flashes off frame and face.
What do then? how meet beauty? ‘ Merely meet it; own,
Home at heart, heaven’s sweet gift; ‘ then leave, let that alone.
Yea, wish that though, wish all, ‘ God’s better beauty, grace.