“That’s dispersion. That’s when boring white light goes through a prism and comes out a rainbow. Blue light disperses the most, hence the blue sky you see everywhere. Yellow light disperses the least, hence the yellow sun you see in one place.”- Weike Wang, Chemistry
note: I finished reading East of Eden by John Steinbeck just in time for this Saturday Book Club. I’m finishing Journal of a Novel, The East of Eden Letters by John Steinbeck
which is an added reading for the discussion of East of Eden.
I’m reading a new set of books:
Chemistry by Weike Wang,
Forest Park by Nicole Krauss
Every Word is a Bird We Teach to Sing by Daniel Tammet
World Without Mind by Franklin Foer.
I put back on the shelves the other set of books I was reading before and didn’t finished.
Balancing herself on a cane
she bends down to remove
a pebble from her shoe
stands, adjust her scarf,
and resumes her walk
The air 61 degrees cool under cloudy sky.
She walks slow with slight sway
body straight, her eyes look far in the horizon
She answers good morning
with a smile as I pass and greet her.
Her voice sounds content.
note: The path to the river.
Why did you leave it there?
“There is singularly nothing that makes a difference a difference in beginning and in the middle and in ending except that each generation has something different at which they are all looking. By this I mean so simply that anybody knows it that composition is the difference which makes each and all of them then different from other generations and this is what makes everything different otherwise they are all alike and everybody knows it because everybody says it.” -Gertrude Stein, Composition as Explanation
Note: Treasures from the Sea, it’s called. Part of the Art Walk in downtown Napa.
The ordinary things that sing and comfort
The birds and my sandals
My morning walk expands my morning
Carrying a book and stopping
and sit on benches along the way
to read and maybe write a note or two
my feet and pages get along
like kindlings to start a fire.
My voice bounces in greetings
when I meet other walkers
their dogs running towards me
I walk and read and say hello
what other wonders do a day offers
to lift the spirits?
note: photo of the palm tree in front of the door of our condo.
note: photo of my granddaughter’s creation.
A hiker, lost in the forest, sees
you taking photo of the waterfalls
hundred birds spread their wings
hundred trees bright up with colors
once upon a time