Let’s talk trash

Through the woods

In my beginning is my end.  In succession
Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended,
Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place
Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass.
Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires,
Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth
Which is already flesh, fur and faeces,
Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.

~ T. S. Eliot

Let’s take a walk out to the dock.  We can have a seat on the bench, enjoy the breeze and the scenery, and talk a little trash.

*Warning to those who don’t like snakes.  There are no images of living, breathing snakes in this post, but there is a photo of a snake skin.  It’s the third one down from here.  After that, it’s all good.  I’ll warn you again just before the photo appears, and when it’s all clear.