A man needn’t go far to find a subject, if he’s ready with his salt-box.
Uncle Pumblechook
Of solitudes, a moving solitude is finest.
More and more I have the sense of being present at a point of absence where crossing centuries may prove to be like crossing languages. Soundwaves. It’s the difference between one stillness and another stillness.

Moose swimming across Moosehead Lake, ca. 1910

Reading Braille, ca 1936, Roy Pinney. (1911 - 2010)