I’d apologize for another porny post to promote The Pictures page, but that’s not my style. Plus, it seems to be pissing some people off, so… Bonus! (Wait until you see tomorrow’s posts…) I’ve been feeling a little prickly of late, and not in the mood for confidences. In honor of that, a visual to prick your interest.
This was taken on one of our October excursions to Maine, when the seed pods of all those plants that flowered throughout the summer come into prominence. Vessels of future life, they hold the promise of another summer – a promise we will cling to when the winds of winter kick up and the snows of the season begin to arrive. Â
If that doesn’t work, there’s always the option of cracking open the world and the whiskey to get through the day. And a night like this.
“Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it’s time to drink.†~ Haruki Murakami
“Some of us look for the way in opium and some in God, some of us in whisky and some of us in love. It is all the same way and it leads nowhither.†~ W. Somerset Maugham
