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T.G.I.F.: If the world were fair…

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If the world were fair, destruction and creation would take the same effort. It is far too easy to destroy something. A red strike through a sentence. A flame through a forest. A fist through a flower’s roots. What took life a hundred years to create could be felled in mere minutes.

— Katie Goh, Foreign Fruit: A Personal History of the Orange (Tin House Books, May 6, 2025)

Notes:

  • NPR Book Review (May 5, 2025): “Supermarket displays of oranges will never look the same after reading ‘Foreign Fruit'”
  • Chicago Review of Books (May 5, 2025): “Unpeeling the history of citrus”

There are sights too beautiful to swallow. They stay on the rim of the eye; it cannot contain them.

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DK Photo @ 6:25 am, 31° F, Wednesday, November 15, 2023. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. More photos from this morning’s walk here.

Post title by Olivia Laing, To the River: A Journey Beneath the Surface

Monday Morning Wake-Up Call

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It’s impossible to be lonely
when you’re zesting an orange.
Scrape the soft rind once
and the whole room
fills with fruit.
Look around: you have
more than enough. Always have.
You just didn’t notice
until now.

— Amy Schmidt, Abundance (in memory of Mary Oliver) (Rattle.com, January 20, 2019)

Notes

Sunday Morning

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September 16, 1943.

How smart and understanding nature is, always leading us to the most beautiful!

— Patricia Highsmith, “Patricia Highsmith: Her Diaries and Notebooks: 1941-1995.″ Anna von Planta (Editor). (Liveright, November 16, 2021)

DK @ Daybreak. 7:20 am, January 23, 2022. 20° F, feels like 10° F. Calf Pasture Beach, Norwalk, CT. More photos from this morning here.

T.G.I.F.: Such longing…to lift our wings even a single time…

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Notes:

  • DK @ Daybreak. 5:50 to 6:00 am, August 13, 2021. 76° F. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT.
  • Post Title from “Such longing. How large the muscles in our shoulders must be to lift our wings even a single time.” David Romtvedt, from “Dilemmas of the Angels: Poems” (Louisiana State University Press, 2017)