Ed Brodzinsky
life paths. . . . .
. . . . I had a conversation today with a good flickr friend about the paths that one's life takes, and are they ever just straight lines or do they often diverge. . . . .
. . . . i was reminded of this title page, one of 5 such pages in the 1943 edition of Frank Lloyd Wright's autobiography. . . . in the first section on family, Wright talks about how, as a small child, he would spend time working on his Welsh uncle's farm in Wisconsin. . . . . he recalls walking with Uncle John across a field covered with freshly fallen snow. . . . . at one point he looks back and can see Uncle John's straight path of footprints while his boyish footprints wandered back and forth as he explored the weeds and rocks in the field. . . .
life paths. . . . .
. . . . I had a conversation today with a good flickr friend about the paths that one's life takes, and are they ever just straight lines or do they often diverge. . . . .
. . . . i was reminded of this title page, one of 5 such pages in the 1943 edition of Frank Lloyd Wright's autobiography. . . . in the first section on family, Wright talks about how, as a small child, he would spend time working on his Welsh uncle's farm in Wisconsin. . . . . he recalls walking with Uncle John across a field covered with freshly fallen snow. . . . . at one point he looks back and can see Uncle John's straight path of footprints while his boyish footprints wandered back and forth as he explored the weeds and rocks in the field. . . .