John Berger – Each pine at dusk

Each pine at dusk
lodges the bird
of its voice
perpendicular and still
the forest
indifferent to history
tearless as stone
repeats
in tremulous excitement
the ancient story
of the sun going down.

  • John Berger from “And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos”

New Yorker – Postscript: John Berger, 1926 – 2017: http://www.newyorker.com/culture/culture-desk/postscript-john-berger-1926-2017 

Winter Solstice 2016

Happy Winter Solstice!

The reason for the season. The Winter Solstice heralds the symbolic rebirth of the Sun, the lengthening of days, and the promise of renewed life.

I would have liked to appreciate the winter solstice sunset from somewhere cold and with snow.  But here in Pacifica it was a warm 61 degrees and so I took a walk down by the pier and caught this sunset.