Tuesday, July 17, 2007
17 July 2007. Gray morning, mist on the hills, illuminated just a little along top--hint of sun. A father and daughter, walking, he's dark-skinned, a dusky umber, in soft green cotton. Hand in hand, with black and white puppy on long leash. Loomis truck now, pale in color, rumbling past, heading up the hill, miniature American flag cocked at an angle on driver's door. Everything with its own meaning.
Al-Andalus. Cities with gardens--the Guadalquivir. Al-wadi al-kabir, Arabic of course. The Alhambra--al-humra, red, color of the clay. Umayyad, Abbasid, Moravid...El Cid--old-line crusaders. A library of 400,000 volumes--in Córdoba--watered gardens, while they lasted. An openness, unseemly, curious, grand...