Friday, January 30, 2009
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
As a chronic insomniac the night is my world. I have come to love this quiet instrospective time. I surf the net and read my favorite blogs, I then sit down and write in my diary. Some times I have been tempted to write on my blog some of those personal thoughts but instead, I commit the personal thoughts (and the excessive degree of silly doodling) to paper. For me, my blog is a purely self indulgent exercise, my favorite quotes go in here, photography by all my beloved photographers (unless otherwise noted, none are mine) I feature causes which are dear to my heart and just sit back and enjoy my little corner of the world. I am surprised others find it interesting as well, that is very sweet.