The sameness of everything
“It's not the cold that makes you sleep yourself to death in the Arctic, it's the smooth pallor of the landscape, and the desert has that same smooth pallor, though Arabic. It's the whiteness, the sameness of everything, that makes you fall asleep out of life, parched or frozen and so so comfortable when you finally let it roll over your mind, like a rolling-pin over dough.”
― Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees
Packing up to go to Arizona tomorrow to spend a couple of weeks with my son.
He'll be working, so I may get some time on Flickr.....or may not.
Be well and have a great couple of weeks yourselves.
The sameness of everything
“It's not the cold that makes you sleep yourself to death in the Arctic, it's the smooth pallor of the landscape, and the desert has that same smooth pallor, though Arabic. It's the whiteness, the sameness of everything, that makes you fall asleep out of life, parched or frozen and so so comfortable when you finally let it roll over your mind, like a rolling-pin over dough.”
― Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees
Packing up to go to Arizona tomorrow to spend a couple of weeks with my son.
He'll be working, so I may get some time on Flickr.....or may not.
Be well and have a great couple of weeks yourselves.