Opaque to Clarity.
A walk amidst a smoke filled fog along Puget Sound recalls Lewis Carroll. As if, I was walking along the edge of the Ocean Chart from The Hunting of the Snark.
He had bought a large map representing the sea, Without the least vestige of land: And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be A map they could all understand.
“What’s the good of Mercator’s North Poles and Equators, Tropics, Zones, and Meridian Lines?” So the Bellman would cry: and the crew would reply “They are merely conventional signs!
“Other maps are such shapes, with their islands and capes! But we’ve got our brave Captain to thank: (So the crew would protest) “that he’s bought us the best— A perfect and absolute blank!”
Ships passing in the night known only through audible horns. A flood of tide and smoke fog calmly pulling an introspective comforter over the city. Internal light reflected back to illuminate a steady gaze and eternal flows of life and nourishment.
September 12, 2020 | red represents the days walk | not to scale
