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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Museum of Biblical Art

iPhone image of Lewisville Lake in Dallas on our way to land at Love Field.

Jeweled monstrance (c. 1830) and its shadow on the wall.

A beautiful building with exquisite exhibits.


The Ryrie Library holds a stunning collection of books, including a 1663 edition written in the language of Algonquin (not pictured), the first printed Bible in America.

And this is the way an image looks when you tuck your iPhone surreptitiously back into your pocket because they told you not to take pictures but you did anyway, such is your want to share your experience at a marvelous museum.

On our way home, the beautiful lighting through the clouds reminded me of Michelangelo, whose work reflects the beauty of nature. One of his bronzes of Pieta graces the Museum of Biblical Art.


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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.