This January morning, once again, the sun seemed brighter than possible. Mt. Tam almost glowed with so much light, but since I spent the better part of the day in a car, driving a route that was not of my mapping, the opportunities to take pictures grew remote. With the small windows of time I had, I went chasing after the familiar profile of the ridge, but it came as a big surprise to discover that through many parts of Fairfax, San Anselmo, and San Rafael rare is a glimpse of it – even through the bare-branched trees. I finally caught a sight of the peaks on one of my errands as I drove past the San Francisco Theological Seminary. I parked the car in what seemed like the center of a ghost town, it was so deserted, and took my shot, smudged by the lens flare. But it will have to do, since it reflects a day in someone’s life (in this case, mine) in the shadow of the mountain.
Physical earth reveals itself as persons.
That’s what a body is an
….. opportunity, hills dismantled geologically, shifting into
….. twiceness now, its wishes hearing–
a landscape full of an original
chaos but not in itself divine.
-from “The Shirley Poem,” by Brenda Hillman