15 January 2009 Thursday
Baby, it’s cold outside.
(12°F this morning/evening in 2009)
Watch me rise up and leave all the ashes you made out of me.
Can I have my cake? Can I have you too? Would you follow me? Could I ask you to? Would the world between us break these ties we’ve worked so hard to realize? Can a postcard say what I see in your eyes?
...Peter said to Paul, “you know, all those words we wrote…are just the rules of the game and the rules are the first to go. Now talking to God is Laurel begging Hardy for a gun. I got a girl in the war, man I wonder what it is we’ve done.”
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
Bookmarks for myself, if no one else. I haven’t been in Yellow Springs yet since… spring 2003? :-/
A few of the photos being printed to send to my brother in Cali and grandmother in Florida…
These are all taken at/from our house… pretty incredible view, neh? Beautiful time of year…though it flits by fast.
I visited the National Arboretum today.. The photo taken there… it’s a lot of things. it’s proof. it’s contrast. it’s truth. it’s .. cover. It’s me.
So a slight drizzle toward the eve of this beautiful day decided to bring a fleeting rainbow over the lake outside our house..
Just enough time to snap a photo with the poor-poor resolution cellphone camera, and one with the decent lumix..