You get there by walking to the end of UD‘s property. From the edge, and down the ravine, the land is owned by CSX.
A spec megamansion listed for $55 million, currently in bankruptcy, boasts this original feature.
UD read its description aloud to Mr UD. He was lying in bed gazing at the beautiful early morning sunlight on the garden. He did not respond.
“Thoughts?” UD prompted.
“Trying to picture it,” he said.
“Yes. Also took me a moment.”
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“No.”
“No what?”
“No I don’t want it,” said Mr UD. “Why would I want to look up at people swimming above me?”
“What if they were naked? We’re probably talking skinny dipping here.”
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“No.”
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But UD’s thoughts had moved on. A Simon and Garfunkel tune, slightly altered, wafted through her mind.
And the dangling genitalia
And the superficial sighs
The borders of our lives…
… than your blogueuse, every now and then she becomes oddly inspired and does something like this.
… looks like a nineteenth century landscape painting. Like the other garden photo a couple of posts down, this was taken early on this late autumn morning, with the sun already up and doing its thing.
It all made me think of the poem “Sunlight on the Garden.”
UD‘s sunny garden, 9:00 AM, after the first frost of the season.
An old friend of the Soltan family, he was a significant but not immensely significant artist until his last decade, when Les UDs began to panic as their six Fangor paintings became so valuable we had to make a decision: Handle and secure them properly or sell most of them. We kept this one
mainly because it’s less frighteningly valuable.
… a witch, a table with candy, and the abominable snowman.
