because it struck me, is all

(and i can't explain now, but maybe later, the story of why and the story of the photo, taken in my very own front yard)


"The light of a death, for the living, is like rainlight. All colors show richer. The green of leaves shows greener, the tawny swells of sand tawnier, browns browner, blues bluer. It is as if, with no sun to light them, they are lit from within." --The Son of Laughter, Frederick Buechner