Hood Canal in Washington State is a body of water, a fjord, which, with other such, make up the Salish Sea.
One evening, we watched the dusk descend. I wish I could say that I have never seen anything so beautiful.
But of course, I have. I can’t even prioritize the places and people I have seen for their beauty.
But if a gun were pressed to my temple and I was told: Choose one, I would have to say………
No………..Shoot me, because I cannot choose.
And why are you narrowing down my world? For the whole earth is mine and thine……..
Dusk
voices


Rise
From
earth
Into
night
Samuel Menashe, American, born 1925
At dusk in the garden now the Brugmansia’s fragrance wafts and near permeates the whole street. Those who pass by stop,knowing they are changed.
Tonight I rise with the cricket’s
chorus.I carry great gratitude,Sarah,for having crossed paths with you. My life truly has become richer with your offerings.
You give so generously and I receive with
thanksgiving.
Your first image of dusk is deep & gorgeous.
It makes me want to pour
blue,blue black inks across a very large glass palette,maybe 5×7’.
You are so wide and generous with your comments, Jane.
I was thinking of my friend, Judy Brow, who, with her husband, took me up the West Coast and up to this wonderful place. She died in January.
I was thinking also of Nancy Kienholz, the artist, who just died. West Coasters. With her husband among the most long-lived of the consciences of our country. Hard to see their pieces here and my photos of three of their pieces – the only ones I had – were destroyed in the mishap of my hard drive.
I was thinking of them. Stay well, Jane. Sarah