November 4, 2007.

Oakland, evening.
Meaning is not in a thing; it is meaning we give to things. And the meaning we give comes from our own need to understand.

A few things I saw the last few days…

It was clear today, there will be no rain yet for at least a week. And the sky was very high clouds sweeping far on beyond the mountain, and I heard time there calling in the light. Yesterday I saw in the sunlight and shadows in the leaves of a red leafed Japanese maple the red of life and the shadow of its ending.

Today the clouds told the call of time. Yesterday the leaves told of life and the shadows after. What might the paintings of a month tell? 

 

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