Roses named "Midnight Blue" tipping toward the noon-time sky. Revelations of pink! And I just passed the 25th canto of Paradiso in my slow reading of The Divine Comedy. I don't miss Inferno anymore. Also reading Breton's Conversations: The Autobiography of Surrealism. Finally getting the backstory on art as I know it.


I live here now, the place Edward Hopper grew up and painted in his realism. On the Friends of the Nyacks walking tour yesterday, we caught sight of it, the slight shift between the real thing and the painting---inspiration's mark. It's not in the photo, you'll have to imagine in the white sails...