Indeed it is God’s house- and these are gates of Heaven, and to and fro, the angels go, with their sweet postillions- I wish that I were great, like Mr- Michael Angelo, and could paint for you. This project is about the quail. They are enmeshed in my words–tangled and hidden and my constant failure to bring them to you drives this project onward. As does my constant failure to see the whole picture of their lives–though this is science. In discovery of something that invalidates a previously held assumption California … Continue reading
