Tuesday, July 28, 2009

horizon line

recycled linen table cloth, beads
He gestured out toward the horizon, where a clear sky bordered prairie grasses as far as the eye could see. "Eventually, I fell under the spell of that line over there. It was so simple: a huge block of blue on top of a block of gold prairie, and the quiet line between heaven and earth stretching endlessly. It felt like freedom itself to look at the horizon.

from the novel, Loving Frank by Nancy Horan (about Frank Lloyd Wright)

1 comment:

  1. OH i just took that picture of the prairie on Sunday--a perfect description!


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