Mud, Footprints, and Bicycle Tracks

“She made beauty all round her. When she trod on mud, the mud was beautiful; when she ran in the rain, the rain was silver. When she picked up a toad – she had the strangest and, I thought, unchanciest love for all manner of brutes – the toad became beautiful.”
― C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

mud, footprints, bicycle tracks – Trinity River, Dallas, Texas

Marble and Mud

Life is made up of marble and mud.
—–Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Trinity River was still boiling, but it had obviously been higher a couple days earlier. The dropping river left it's burden of mud. Soon enough all will be  dust.

The Trinity River was still boiling, but it had obviously been higher a couple days earlier. The dropping river left its burden of mud.
Soon enough all will be dust.

Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.
—- John LeCarre