Five Years Old
If it was a child it would be getting ready for kindergarten, grasping one of those fat pencils with a chubby fist.
If it was a dog it would finally be settling down, chewing fewer slippers, ruining fewer rugs.
If it was a house it would be settling into its foundation, growing into its lot, needing a fresh coat of paint on the trim.
But it is instead a blog, a body of work, an electronic oeuvre — and I’m not sure what it’s ready for, other than continuing.
I began A Walker in the Suburbs on February 7, 2010. Happy Birthday, blog!
2 thoughts on “Five Years Old”
What a sensitive, alert, well-made body of work. You practice a lost art. You deserve a much wider audience because it's only through works of beauty that we can distinguish truth from falsehood.
Dear Anonymous, Thank you for reading the blog and for saying what you say here! It's lovely! I appreciate it very much.