still point

Town Creek sunrise

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
–T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets, Burnt Norton

Backwards into Fall

long ago Helen and Emma came up with photo illustration ideas for C-Ville.

Hook Xmas party in the Bayly
Hook Christmas party at the Bayly (Fralin)

south street
Three papers, two papers, one paper, no paper?

We need. News hounds. Journalists. Writers digging deep. Publishers willing to bear the burden of delivering news to a community.

Burke said there were Three Estates in Parliament; but, in the Reporters’ Gallery yonder, there sat a Fourth Estate more important far than they all.–Thomas Carlyle