In Spencer Hall today, I turned a corner and was brought up short. That's my photograph on the left. It won second place, I think, in a Domain photography contest several years ago.
I didn't know I was hanging in Mr. Spencer's building. No degrees of separation here, his having been a friend of my father's and his daughters my acquaintances and schoolmates.
I am pleased, and my family will be too.
4 comments:
I love Billy Collins and what he writes - I particularly got a kick out of his students beating the poem to death and not sitting back and letting it in to all the places they so often keep hidden. Your blog is also the writing of a poem, a slightly different style, but written by an artist and meant to be absorbed, gently, in ways the reader didn't know he could experience. Thank you. I always feel privileged when I turn to it.
Perhaps your book of the year could be some of the moments from it and you could share them in hard copy.
Lou
Thanks, Lou! You figured out how to comment!
It's a beautiful photograph, and worthy of any hall, no matter whose name is on it.
It's a beautiful photograph and worthy of any building, regardless of whose name is on it.
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