Drowning in Puddles: Pictures of beautiful little things

I shot these out and about my town.

Favorite lines from Leif Enger novels.

Be careful whom you choose to hate. the small and the vulnerable own a protection great enough, if you could but see it, to melt you into jelly. Beware those who reside beneath the shadow of the Wings.
[he was] the kind of villain who'd dig for earwax to groom his mustache.
Sleep already had me in the legs and arms. . .
It's a happy thing to brace for a visit from old friend Envy who then for some reason never shows up.
Say what you like about melodrama, it beats confusion.
I hadn't read his book because I was afraid it would be good.
I sensed a bad ending on the way
Visions are a stock-in-trade but that cupboard is bare for me.
Sometimes heroism is nothing more than patience, curiosity, and a refusal to panic.
Violent and doomed as this world might be, a romance it certainly is.
Why was I a slave to sentiment when it failed me so reliably?"
We fell into one of those spreading defeated moments from which there is no right recovery."
"They had mistaken me for a person of substance."
I prayed in a soft high-pitched lament any human listener would've termed a whine. We serve a patient God."
"A thought dropped from nowhere, like a big snake."
She had a low beautiful laugh, and hearing it you could only wish you'd said the thing that brought it forth."
"Pride is the rope God allows us all."
"I wanted him dead, and his grave unkept."
"Good advice is a wise man's friend, of course; but sometimes it just flies on past, and all you can do is wave."
". . . may we all be paid one day with looks such as she gave Dad."

Drowning in Puddles

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Pictures of beautiful little things

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