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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Another thought multiple lifetimes...

Other Lives I would not live forever in a single suit of clothes. I would not care to memorize forever each stain and tear or keep track of every button lost. Thankfully, I forget, from time to time, the progress and the passage and the passages through which I wend my way... The details of hard lessons, happily, escape me. It is enough, the thing I learned, and moving on. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Mystery Photos revealed!

1-light through a thin slice of lime 2-macro shot of a corroded pipe 3-clouds, seen from a plane 4-Washington, DC Metro subway ceiling 5-canna lily leaves backlit 6-After winter flood water receded, leaving behind rippled mud, cold, cold temperatures brought snow and frost. 7-On a summer day, leaves reflect on the surface, where pebbles show through the water where a shadow falls across the water. 8-exterior decoration of the Science Fiction Museum in Seattle 9-lichens growing on a boulder... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Mystery Photos

Some of these are easy-- some, not so much... None of these have been greatly altered by photoshop-- maybe just saturated a bit, but not whirled or touched up with special effects. Sign in to see full entry.

Whacky and Taps...

variations on the requested themes... this one is related to the aloe vera... and with leaves like these, who needs flowers? How about a creeping sort of cactus probably related to Cholla? Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 16, 2007

I've spent the past two days sorting photos

I could open a stock photo company all by myself! If you ask for just about anything, chances are, I have it! Especially if you are Sally, and want flowers! Come on, try me-- what do you want to see? Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Plug a Blogger Before Lunch

I love metaphors! They help open our understanding by merging a new notion with something we already are familiar with, and of which we already understand the inner connections and relationships. A really true metaphor matches the new notion with the familiar one on many points. I recommend Avant-garde's post today, in which he offers a very useful one. http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/the_voice_within/ Speaking of metaphors, I also recommend Ted William's latest, which is here, and full of... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

The Magic Hour

THE MAGIC HOUR a sonnet of art and age Stare not at the Sun, we’re oft reminded, But in the Magic Hour, as the Poets tell Eyes can gaze and be not blinded-- The day’s work’s done, for good or ill. The Farmer comes home from the field, The Baker from the baking; The Vintner casks the final yield, The Maker ceases making... The Magic Hour, the Artist cherishes-- The Hour of rosy-golden light-- The Hour as the daylight perishes, Before the final fall of night... The last bird sings, his song... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Whysper wanted to see some knockers...

I grabbed these in Italy a few years ago... Sign in to see full entry.

Gomedome, you got me going!

Just as there is prewiring in a human being for faith, there is also prewiring for forming cliques and even needing cliques to be assured of what matters, what is true or false, who is friend or foe, and what to do about either one... And, as you say, we are not all prewired to the same extent. Or some of us are wired to rewire ourselves. Or life does that-- a kind of psychic neuropathy that cuts the connections or numbs us to their effects. For good or ill--always a matter of perspective--we... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Tired of the cold, freezy winter? Have a little summer...

LATE SUMMER AFTERNOON Heavy as hot wet flannel, every breath... I hate to sit or move in this August afternoon. Sticky-damp, clothes cling, a drag against ambition. Birds, lethargic, sing only if they must, fly ghostlike if at all. Cicadas ratchet on and on-- maddeningly constant, and mosquitos whine or strike unheard, the devils! Roses overblown and bright, relishing this tropic season, exude aromas heavy and too sweet. I languish, scowling, discontent and longing for the night-- for sleeping... Sign in to see full entry.

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