Some say a feeling more than a place, yeah. What is the fascination, I wonder, with buckets of bolts in space- Battlestar Galactica, Firefly, Farscape, The Tardis - creaking, asthmatic machines in a huge indifferent universe. No matter how decrepit, it feels safe inside them, somehow more homelike than the surrounding of home. I've said it before, how we all long for escape but to be welcomed safely back, in the words of T.S. Eliot:
...to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Stories to be told around a campfire in a distant universe?
Ed: Jasmine at Nature's Whispers brought this petition about the sale of forests in England to my attention. I signed it using my sister's English post code as it rejected my zip code. Yes, I'm agin it - I want to see those trees next time I visit.
My name is Susan Sanford. I pursue the arts in Northern California -Welcome to my free-associative visual journey . I don't do memes or accept awards or ads, but I frequently link to other bloggers if I see something delightful. All photographs and artwork here were made by me unless otherwise noted- please respect my copyright (this includes posting any images on facebook- my understanding is that they claim ownership of photos posted there).