tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post6590015509522833153..comments2023-10-31T15:39:09.651+01:00Comments on box elder: Purple ( with a whiff of Grand Marnier )Lucyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-14492651838347795012007-05-12T22:01:00.000+02:002007-05-12T22:01:00.000+02:00Maybe not dump...But, do write...Maybe not dump...<BR/>But, do write...Fire Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13518190677399410354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-9837097017870942182007-05-12T21:59:00.000+02:002007-05-12T21:59:00.000+02:00Dump the camera...write girl, write!!!Dump the camera...write girl, write!!!Fire Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13518190677399410354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-41552167572030957352007-05-11T19:20:00.000+02:002007-05-11T19:20:00.000+02:00This is a rich and sensory verbal painting that ne...This is a rich and sensory verbal painting that needs no camera to transport me there. Beautifully written.<BR/><BR/>And in places on the verge of channeling a bit of Dylan Thomas: <I> in the purple-grey, twilight, salt-misted, mussel-shell and sea holly air of Dis and Whipperginny</I>MBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14515233228776181123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-42811618744289431722007-05-11T16:10:00.000+02:002007-05-11T16:10:00.000+02:00Sometimes the absence of a camera helps the words....Sometimes the absence of a camera helps the words. I think it must have here.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06972049290586377462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-1695538616034816592007-05-11T06:45:00.000+02:002007-05-11T06:45:00.000+02:00Thank you, dear transatlantic and antipodean ones,...Thank you, dear transatlantic and antipodean ones, you're sending me back to work happy this morning!<BR/>Richard, there is a certain way the sun appears low in the sky and partially obscured which has always made me very aware that it is our particular star; I wasn't sure if it sounded odd to say it, so thanks for confirming it!<BR/>GJ - lovely to think of the canyons of buildings in a city glowing with the same kind of colours as a sea-girt, rocky landscape... while I was there I was reading Melanie Mcgrath's 'Motel Nirvana', and enjoying her descriptions of desert light and colours (she mentions Prescott in passing too!). Green and flowers are great, but we mustn't forget to appreciate the mineral colours and landscapes, natural and human.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-56373363143811221492007-05-11T02:50:00.000+02:002007-05-11T02:50:00.000+02:00Lovely. Thanks for taking us along - at least comi...Lovely. Thanks for taking us along - at least coming along virtually we can't crowd and spoil that pristine scene!lesleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09127872882510411387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-56270014695806213452007-05-11T00:49:00.000+02:002007-05-11T00:49:00.000+02:00In Chicago, one can experience the color of grey i...In Chicago, one can experience the color of grey in the winters. Old commercial buildings show in pink and blue and green and even yellow greys. Beautiful, as is the experience you shared.Granny Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07302978680897139954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-9465562193842464892007-05-10T23:52:00.000+02:002007-05-10T23:52:00.000+02:00L,I was transported to another part of the world. ...L,I was transported to another part of the world. Your words needed no camera.herhimnbrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01182397064631016552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-64789773005315830132007-05-10T23:28:00.000+02:002007-05-10T23:28:00.000+02:00Breathtakingly beautiful writing, Lucy, that swept...Breathtakingly beautiful writing, Lucy, that swept me right there.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37070024.post-68657826306792050962007-05-10T23:07:00.000+02:002007-05-10T23:07:00.000+02:00Not purple, but twilight blue, and thank you, Lucy...Not purple, but twilight blue, and thank you, Lucy, for these lovely sights, tastes, sounds, colors, the small granite town, the white grainy skate, the light-jacket wind, the tragic starfish pieta, the numinous radio masts, and -- an inspired choice of words -- not the sun but the star Sol. It's all echoing in my memory as if I'd been there.Richard Lawrence Cohenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01951947957345891398noreply@blogger.com