by Tim Girvin | Oct 5, 2007 | Diary
In walking, wandering — that other side of the work, the world, I do like getting out, getting a way, being some place else. Being over there. And I savor the storm. I am that, storm seeker. Because on the edge of any storm is the light. By any call,...
by Tim Girvin | Oct 4, 2007 | Diary
Looking at light and pattern, I see a figure… Rain comes to St. Louis in great sheets of water, coursing, flooding, running. And last night, after returning from St. Charles, a storm emerged of fabulous magnitude. Lightning. Thunder. Gales. Driving back, it ran...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 30, 2007 | Diary
A note to Eartha Kitt — Dear Ms. Kitt, I’ve long admired the character of you. Your song. Your acting. Your spirit. And now, your love of nature; it was the one thing that I’d not known about before. And now I do. I loved your story about your...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 24, 2007 | Diary
I’m looking for paths. The turning — Every thing turns and spins in its order. What, that? I’ve been out, looking at the stars, pondering the turning. Listening to the water, waves like a river, riffling. It’s turning, that tide, a worldly...
by Tim Girvin | Sep 23, 2007 | Diary
Taking flight : NYC — Bye Bye! Happy Sunday ! —- T —- the Day: Autumnal Autumnal. Of all adjectives associated with seasons, this is the only one that has a literary ring to it – perhaps because autumn is our only season word that comes from...
