Wednesday, January 16, 2013

DAY 85

There are a lot of stripes on the trail.
I was thinking about them today.
Usually I think of stripes as being more formal and man-made. But then I thought of tigers. Stripes seem to work very well for them.

That lead to me thinking about the opening lines of the Blake poem:

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?


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