...I struggle with enormous discrepancies: between the reality of motherhood and the image of it, between my love for my home and the need to travel, between the varied and seductive paths of the heart. The lessons of impermanence, the occasional despair and the muse, so tenuously moored, all visit their needs upon me and I dig deeply for the spiritual utilities that restore me: my love for the place, for the one man left, for my children and friends and the great green pulse of spring.
--Sally Mann, Still Time catalogue
Alleghany Highlands Arts and Crafts Center, 1988
--Sally Mann, Still Time catalogue
Alleghany Highlands Arts and Crafts Center, 1988
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We are almost into the new house. The big final move is on Wednesday. I've got to write a final tonight and then the semester is over. My advisors want me to comp in February. I'm still going round with the school district about time off, and in general I think I've stashed my self somewhere for now. New Year's carries much more than its usual portent of possibility, tho. And I anticipate that.
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I figured that you were just swamped with end of semester and moving. I have things for you and H., but they are waiting for your new address. This is a new year full of possibilities for the both of us, I think...for all of the best kinds of things.