On my way to and from school I have been listening to David McCullough’s The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris (the description: the enthralling, inspiring—and until now, untold—story of the adventurous American artists, writers, doctors, politicians, architects, and others of high aspiration who set off for Paris in the years between 1830 and 1900, ambitious to excel in their work). Listening to this only enhances my desire to visit Paris for a long while. I thought perhaps I could visit this summer, but alas it is not to be this summer. But someday, Lord willing, I will follow in the legacy of American artists traveling to Paris to cultivate their artistic abilities (like Samuel F. B. Morse).
I stop often, on my way home to take pictures in various places.
Dubuque across the Mississippi
I know railroad tracts are rather cliche, but I still love them.
Mattie. I think she's becoming more blind every day and I love her the more.
Although I will not be traveling to Europe this summer, I feel like the Lord will have me do something unusual this summer; a chance-in-a-lifetime. But I don’t know what that is....
Helen Keller once said and it expresses my one desires, “I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble. The world is moved along not by the mighty shoves of its heroes, but by the aggregate of the tiny pushes of each honest worker."
I like to go to coffee shops. I burry myself in my philosophy and Art History readings feign brilliancy. All the while, however, I really am just spying on everyone. I "listen" to my iPod (sometimes truly) but did I mention my iPod's name is Sherlock?
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