[Feathers of Hope (Numenius)] They've started to cut the corn.
[Hoarded Ordinaries] Today was a quintessential New England autumn day. Temperatures were mild, the sky was richly blue, and the landscape glowed with earthy colors: red, yellow, orange. On this quintessentially New England day, I did something that felt quintessentially Midwestern: I got lost in a corn field.
[Via Negativa] But it's folly to think that when the trees are finally all bare, things will become - you know - somehow clearer. Because isn't this how one pictures a revelation? Brilliant. Brief.