according to the season she loved to burn and loved to grow.
I own a solace shut within my heart,
A garden full of many a quaint delight
And warm with drowsy, poppied sunshine; bright,
Flaming with lilies out of whose cups dart
With powdered wings.–Amy Lowell Behind a Wall 1912
photo by ATL. Me and my dad carrying cameras, good dog in the background. In God’s pocket.
The LanCoVa Supervisors voted unanimously to grant a special exception for an industrial use (marine construction) in the middle of a residential neighborhood. I am dumbstruck, in search of a land use guru who can explain how this action was anything other than arbitrary and capricious given the existing Lancaster County zoning code.
I’ve been scanning old negatives. The window into the past is contact sheets, but if a negative is dreadfully under or overexposed, the image will not be visible. So I saw this composition once, in 1983 when I took the photo. Yesterday I saw it a second time. My father and his granddaughter. A good man. Letting the sleeping baby lie. Photo from Providence RI, the Hidden Street house.
This was the twins first foray north of the Mason Dixon line.