The following, written by Brian Sanderson, is so thoughtful and poetic we felt it needed to be shared. We hope he won’t mind our adding images.
by Brian Sanderson
It’s good to sprawl in the snow and listen.
It whistles through deciduous wood and whooshes in the tops of firs.
The brook tumbles steeply over stones.
I am captive to the melody and splendor of natures raw designs, comforting and familiar yet infinite in their variation.
Nature has laws that cannot be broken and yet they make so much possible.
The University woods are a fine place to be. Never mind the mud and the dog shit, it’s frozen.
No, it’s bullshit that bothers me. Expensive bullshit.
Clock Park. Too many thousands have been wasted on your ugly plasticized design.
Why spend such a fortune to so poorly imitate what nature makes for free?
Clock Park, I have no stomach for you.
Your Euclidian geometry reeks of petty control and bylaw.
You look too much like your creator.