Archive for January, 2008
Works of Art are of an infinite solitariness… and nothing is less likely to bring us near to them than criticism. Only love can apprehend and hold them…and can be just towards them.
Rainier Maria Rilke : Poet, Novelist 1875 – 1926
Ok, I’m beginning to take notice of how people find my blog…I watch the search engine info. On any given day, I see “Old trains”, “Route 66” or something to do with travel.
Today…I see “Psycho Norman Bates” and they actually came to this blog… go figure 😉