The Library stands atop a hill; the view outside its windows has been a constant companion as I immersed myself in books and projects, the comfort of nature’s touch just outside. Today, I am standing in that view, looking back.
From down here I encounter little details on big rocks; details not visible from my usual perch. A colony of moss for instance, living out its entire lifecycle without notice; that is except for the wandering eye of a student who has shirked other responsibilities in favor of a stroll.
A bit further on and one happens upon one of many original sculptures that dot the landscape. This one is worked in bronze and copper; a patina forms across the artist’s intent; the viewer’s eye meant to flutter across the rendered figures while contemplating their meaning.
Patterns and themes emerge from closer inspection.
Explicit exhortations provide convenient conclusions to the day’s dalliance.
