The June 12 of 12 theme is the collapsed relativity of time. My guises, thoughts and perambulations
In center harbor, at the Library. Spent my first night at squam last night. Peace, joy, serenity. As I walked into center harbor to do some work today, the carillon was playing a hymn in the square. All is well.
“A work of art is an abstract or epitome of the world. It is the result
or expression of nature, in miniature. For although the works of nature
are innumerable and all different, the result or the expression of them
all is similar and single. Nature is a sea of forms radically alike
and even unique. A leaf, a sunbeam, a landscape, the ocean, make an
analogous impression on the mind. What is common to them all, that
perfectness and harmony, is beauty.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson
Yesterday, we visited Fruitlands Museum. What an interesting place. It was the experimental farm of Bronson Alcott.
Our family has always been in Mass and my mother visited with her book group last week, and liked it so much she brought my father and I yesterday. It was amazing, something for everyone. A museum full of Hudson River school paintings, an on site artist, the home of Bronson Alcott, a Shaker house, an Indian museum…amazing.