A friend (hello Masae!) has asked us if we got to see many meteors in August’s Perseid shower. We said we saw only one, but not to feel sorry. That one is at center stage in our memory. Seeing ten would have cluttered the stage, the beauty of our one diminished.
A curious thing happens when beauty becomes a commodity, Betty Smith tells:
There’s a tree that grows in Brooklyn. Some people call it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed falls, it makes a tree which struggles to reach the sky. It grows in boarded-up plots and out of neglected rubbish heaps. It grows up out of cellar gratings. It is the only tree that grows out of cement. It grows lushly . . . survives without sun, water, and seemingly without earth. It would be considered beautiful except that there are too many of it.
(Quoted from page 69 of Lucky Break, by Howard Junker. Heinemann, 1969.)
For a brief biography of Betty Smith, click here. For images of or relating to Betty Smith, click here.
For a brief biography of Howard Junker, click here. For images of or relating to Howard Junker, click here.
A curious thing happens when beauty becomes a commodity, Betty Smith tells:
There’s a tree that grows in Brooklyn. Some people call it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed falls, it makes a tree which struggles to reach the sky. It grows in boarded-up plots and out of neglected rubbish heaps. It grows up out of cellar gratings. It is the only tree that grows out of cement. It grows lushly . . . survives without sun, water, and seemingly without earth. It would be considered beautiful except that there are too many of it.
(Quoted from page 69 of Lucky Break, by Howard Junker. Heinemann, 1969.)
For a brief biography of Betty Smith, click here. For images of or relating to Betty Smith, click here.
For a brief biography of Howard Junker, click here. For images of or relating to Howard Junker, click here.
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