Annie Dillard - Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (pdf).pdf
We don’t know. Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mys-tery, like the idle, curved tunnels of leaf miners on the face of a leaf.
Annie Dillard • Annie Dillard - Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (pdf).pdf
The wind is terrific out of the west; the sun comes and goes. I can see the shadow on the field before me deepen uniformly and spread like a plague. Everything seems so dull I am Pilgrim at Tinker Creek / 11 amazed I can even distinguish objects. And suddenly the light runs across the land like a comber, and up the trees, and goes again in a wink: ... See more
Annie Dillard • Annie Dillard - Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (pdf).pdf
Bordeom
The point is that I just don’t know what the lover knows; I just can’t see the artificial obvious that those in the know construct.
Annie Dillard • Annie Dillard - Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (pdf).pdf
How I feel being in the Comité. I don’t know what these lovers know. I can’t see the artificial obvious that they see, yet.
“God is subtle,” Einstein said, “but not malicious.
Annie Dillard • Annie Dillard - Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (pdf).pdf
I squint at the wind because I read Stewart Edward White: “I have always maintained that if you looked closely enough you could see the wind—the dim, hardly-made-out, fine d é bris fleeing high in the air.” White was an excellent observer, and devoted an entire chapter of The Mountains to the subject of seeing deer: “As soon as you can forget the n... See more
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On Seeing and learning to see. Reflections on seeing bird and animals from the boat on the Rio Yanuyacu.
propose to keep here what Thoreau called “a meteorological journal of the mind,” telling some tales and describing some of the sights of this rather tamed valley, and exploring, in fear and trembling, some of the unmapped dim reaches and unholy fastnesses to which those tales and sights so dizzyingly lead
Annie Dillard • Annie Dillard - Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (pdf).pdf
This is how I feel about my current life, that I am in an uninterrupted state of my own “meterological journal” of the mind. My blog does that too, it tells some tales and describes some of the sights of of this rather tamed valley and exploring the unmapped reaches and unholy fastnesses
So I think about the valley. It is my leisure as well as my work, a game. It is a fierce game I have joined because it is being played anyway, a game of both skill and chance, played against an un-seen adversary—the conditions of time—in which the payoffs, which may suddenly arrive in a blast of light at any moment, might as well come to me as anyo... See more
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This is how I interact with my daily life.
ut I don’t see what the specialist sees, and so I cut myself off, not only from the total picture, but from the various forms of happiness
Annie Dillard • Annie Dillard - Pilgrim at Tinker Creek (pdf).pdf
On seeing
Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded, and not throw it back as some creeks will.