Another version of the underside of the same Rock Creek Park bridge.
I call this digital photo, also taken on July 2011:
For example, on whatever evening the naive tourist finds himself retired from our economic horrors, the hand of a virtuoso animates the harpsichord of the fields; they're playing cards at the bottom of the pond, mirror that conjures up queens and favorites, they have female saints, veils, and threads of harmony, and legendary chromaticisms, against the sunset.
He shudders at the passing of huntsmen and hordes. Comedy drips onto the trestles of the lawn. And the confusion of the poor and the weak at those stupid levels!
From "The Pleasures of Rimbaud," by Charles Rosen, in the New York Review of Books, August 18, 2011 at 32
