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The circus

An elephant in a miniature circus parade. (Circus Building, Shelbourne Museum, Vermont)

Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.

~ Ben Hecht

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The Shelburne Museum: The Round Barn

The Round Barn at the Shelburne Museum in Vermont.

The people of wealth and power do not know what it means to take a place seriously: to think it worthy of love and study and careful work.  The Amish question “What will this do to our community?” tends toward the right answer for the world.  The only sustainable city—and this, to me, is the indispensable ideal and goal—is a city in balance with its countryside.  The real work of planet-saving will be small, humble, and humbling, and (insofar as it involves love) pleasing and rewarding.

~ Wendell Berry

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Burlington

A Lake Champlain sunset.

Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.

~ Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad/Roughing It

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If we were having coffee: The ferry crossing

Boarding the ferry.

Being on a boat that’s moving through the water, it’s so clear.  Everything falls into place in terms of what’s important and what’s not.

~ James Taylor

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On the road to Vermont

Heading towards Bolton Landing, New York.

Given that we can live only a small part of what there is in us — what happens with the rest?

~ Pascal Mercier, Night Trail to Lisbon

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One more meander through Montrepose

At the Point on Saturday.

Beauty enjoys a profound and ancient autonomy. True beauty is from elsewhere, a pure gift.  It cannot be programmed nor its arrival foreseen. It never falls simply into the old patterns of what is already there nor is it frivolous or burdened with leaden solemnity.

Frequently, beauty is playful like dancing sunlight, it cannot be predicted, and in the most unlikely scene or situation can suddenly emerge.  This spontaneity and playfulness often subverts our self-importance and throws our plans and intentions into disarray.  Without intending it, we find ourselves coming alive in a sense of celebration and delight.

~ John O’Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible Embrace

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If we were having coffee: A walk through a cemetery

Showing off his feathers.  (This was taken here at the ranch before I left to go on vacation.)

Nobody can discover the world for somebody else. Only when we discover it for ourselves does it become common ground and a common bond and we cease to be alone.

~ Wendell Berry, A Place on Earth 

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