Boy, THOSE capture the environs well, thanks. Needle in a haystack much, or what? And without even knowledge of what he was wearing …
This windmill for me ranks quite up there in the pantheon of that at which you have tilted. No anemic, myopic, binary metrics like success/failure can be applied to such an endeavor. Too simple as well to say that the journey was all, in that discovery and closure were in fact fervent goals. But that you did it at all, that you then extended your stay to give the process its due unfolding, and that you engaged the place and people — who are about as engageable as tumbleweeds and armadillos — speaks volumes.
Comment by Armchair posse — November 3, 2011 @ 7:18 am
Boy, THOSE capture the environs well, thanks. Needle in a haystack much, or what? And without even knowledge of what he was wearing …
This windmill for me ranks quite up there in the pantheon of that at which you have tilted. No anemic, myopic, binary metrics like success/failure can be applied to such an endeavor. Too simple as well to say that the journey was all, in that discovery and closure were in fact fervent goals. But that you did it at all, that you then extended your stay to give the process its due unfolding, and that you engaged the place and people — who are about as engageable as tumbleweeds and armadillos — speaks volumes.
Comment by Armchair posse — November 3, 2011 @ 7:18 am