Ryan, I can't help but acknowledge a glimpse of Hemmingway in your writing. Not that you welcome the comparison, Ernest was a bit of a scoundrel, but the man had an uncanny ability for capturing the spiritual elements of the natural world in all but a few sentences. It's no small talent to find the word combinations to aptly describe the surprising consistency and beauty of the coming and going of seasons and to recognize and record the purposeful behavior of the creatures that comprise God's chaotic but perfect creation. It is a comfort and a pleasure to consume your writings.
Ryan, I can't help but acknowledge a glimpse of Hemmingway in your writing. Not that you welcome the comparison, Ernest was a bit of a scoundrel, but the man had an uncanny ability for capturing the spiritual elements of the natural world in all but a few sentences. It's no small talent to find the word combinations to aptly describe the surprising consistency and beauty of the coming and going of seasons and to recognize and record the purposeful behavior of the creatures that comprise God's chaotic but perfect creation. It is a comfort and a pleasure to consume your writings.
It’s ok. I had a scoundrel streak once too. Maybe there is a correlation.
Thank you for the overwhelmingly kind words.
Summer should feel a little manic.