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...that there is only one way: if men leave in stones their own hearts. Unlike the gorgeous mosques next door, the Western Wall is nothing to look at—it’s only holy because millions have wept there. And Abbey Road is just another tree-lined avenue in St. John’s Wood—cherished because thousands have had their picture taken in the crosswalk, because millions have looked into someone else’s eyes and seen George’s “Something,” and because the world entire...
...nurses and a caretaker - in the house she had occupied with her parents and siblings in the historic Belhaven section of Jackson, the state's capital. Nothing about the Tudor-styled house on the oak-canopied street alerted passersby to the status of Welty's literary existence. An oak tree planted by Welty's mother decades ago still stands in the front yard...
...region of Ethiopia called the Middle Awash, some 140 miles northeast of the capital of Addis Ababa, is a hot, harsh and inhospitable place--a rocky desert punctuated by tree-lined rivers, the occasional lake and patches of lava that are slowly being buried by sediments flushed out of the hills by the torrential rains that come along twice a year...
...more recent pictures in this show, California Valley Farm, 1987, is positively goofy. There is a steeply sloping hill with, near the bottom, a tree growing out at a wacky angle. Just above the tree is the farmhouse, which, with its angled porch roof, looks like the profile of a silly face staring in surprise down its triangular nose at the tree. Most recently, after a move out of San Francisco in the mid-'90s, Thiebaud embarked on a series of brightly colored, sharply divided, wildly patterned landscapes of the Sacramento River delta, seen from way up, as though from...
...18th century master like Chardin is thought to be distinct, its presence in the still life making it the only one of its kind. But Nature is a greater mass producer than Culture. The sea is full of sea robins and whiting, all looking the same. The peach tree is laden with identical peaches. So it is with Thiebaud's cakes and pies. He is fascinated by variation within repetition, but he never thinks of repetition as being antipoetic because, in fact, nothing is exactly the same as anything else: two slices of the same pie are never identical...