June 06, 2015


June 6, 2015 {157/365} Hepatica

"The truth depends on a walk around a lake, 
A composing as the body tires, a stop 
To see hepatica, a stop to watch 
A definition growing certain and a wait

Within that certainty, a rest
In the swags of pine-trees bordering the lake.
Perhaps there are times of inherent excellence"
~ Wallace Stevens, Notes Towards a Spreme Fiction