Thursday, July 28, 2011

Narrow Road

The long path
by the waterfall

fifty-five years
to see these flowers

Narrow Road
July 27, 2011
[click to enlarge]


Jan said...

I hope that you stopped to listen to the waterfall, and enjoyed the beauty, and scent of the flowers as you walked, William.
Your drawing makes me think of "the spirit of the waterfall". I know. My imagination is out of control again. I can't help myself :D

William Michaelian said...

Thank goodness for that. Thank you, Jan. It really is like music inside a dream.

Bitch said...

You give me the same feeling, William..
Can one hear the sound of a waterfall with a drawing or with a photograph??
I think so!!!

William Michaelian said...

As do I. Just as one can know the patience of an olive grove. Thank you, Monika.

Joseph Hutchison said...


William Michaelian said...

Ah, will someone please pour that man another drink!

erin said...


i've been marvelling at this as of late. i've wondered who i might be if i had been able to see the flowers in my youth. how did i not? and why do i now? that interview i heard on cbc with that bass player. oh, i forget things so easily. (robert would remember. you might too as i mentioned him here.) he was asked of those young people who study with him. he was asked how he gauged their potential and if there might be room for jealousy if they learn from him and then become better at their craft. he said, oh, no no. if they begin upon the shoulders of me imagine how far they might grow! and this, if we had seen the flowers earlier, imagine...

ah, but it is not that way. it is not. and so when i see the flowers now i set imagining aside and instead weep - in gratitude, for imagine, just imagine, if i never had the chance to see them at all!

you are a very special man in this world. and within this household too. robert and i are so grateful to know you, william, to hear you whisper gentleness into our days.


William Michaelian said...

People are flowers too, Erin. You prove that again and again.