I can't remember who wrote this, but I first saw it in Robert Vavra's book of photography, and it's one of my favorites....maybe someone can enlighten me...it came to mind this morning.
Fear is not the contagion of sorrow
As evening falls
And sunset stains with blood
The muddy seashore,
The lands and sky,
Until these isles are swallowed up in shade...
Fear is the dread that he might go
And leave me here alone.
Now back to working on my book, THE HOUSE OF ANCHOR. One page at a time. Revise, revise, revise. I wish you all the love in the universe.
Also, lunch.
C.A. MacConnell
