there is no blue without yellow and without orange. (vincent van gogh)
as i was leaving my office the other day, i was overwhelmed by the fragrance of the blooming honeysuckle on the fence near my car. the air was thick with their saccharine smell and i was immediately reminded of a summer from my childhood spent at the local baseball park. my dad and i would [...]
it is designed to break your heart. the game begins in the spring, when everything is new again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains comes, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. (a. bartlett giamatti)
if cats could talk, they wouldn’t. (nan porter)
the space within becomes the reality of the building. (frank lloyd wright)
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