Some days you are just lucky and find butterflies in your hair.
Category Archives: milestones and conclusions
No Time is Like A Present
My last post was new software and two hard drive disasters ago, therefor I get a free pass (which is nothing like a free past).
Its been like trying to see other people when you know you are in love. I couldn’t wait to be back with you. I’m so glad we are here together again.
Seeker
I admit I love this picture. I thought my trip to the queen anne’s lace was a bust. Sometimes you think you see and you don’t. Occasionally that works in your favor.
Ironing a Red Shirt
maybe if your parents are always there for you,
you miss them all the time after they are gone.
maybe if your parents are never there for you,
you miss them all the time when they are gone.
maybe if your parents are always there for you,
you don’t really miss them when they are gone.
maybe if your parents are never there for you,
you don’t really miss them when they are gone.
maybe when your parents are gone,
they are always there for you,
and you miss them all the time.
To Do, Spring 2011
Its not enough to be pink; you have to be a rosy cloud.
Its not enough to reach upward; you have to grab the sky and bring it here.
While I Was Out
“Never” is a concept that tends to leave us mortals in the deep end of the pool, without our floaties. The implausibility of “never” courses through our veins, singing in our ears with every heart beat, driving us to believe that it is impossible for life to end. Whether it is heaven above or re-incarnation here, a continuity of living experience after death isn’t so much a hope as a well justified expectation, predicated on aeons of seasonal renewals which absorbed the yearning for divinity of our ancestors far longer than any of our most recent selection of deities. With the apparently bottomless flow of time generously blunting both loss and triumph, “never” seems unlikely.
But of course, we are just playing hide and seek. Inevitably, “never” will find us; life is composed of nothing but “never.” It lives side by side with us, a parallel awareness counting the expiration of each luscious breath, patiently accumulating minutes on its side of the score card, waiting to welcome us with open arms, to discover what we’ve been doing, while we were away.
The Metaphor Tree
I have been visiting this yellow magnolia almost as long as I have lived in Madison, not to marvel at its admittedly spectacular blossoms of beefy petals, smelling faintly of Lemon Joy, and each almost as large as my hand; but hoping to find it drenched in buds, perched so bird-like that from a distance you could convince yourself you have heard them chirping, poised for a flight that begins with an unfolding.
Interior Lighting
I read a description categorizing photographers as “windows” and “mirrors,” the former creating photographs showing their inner world, the latter creating work which reproduces the outer world. Of course, only someone who has never made anything could dream up such a meaningless distinction. All images are windows, illuminating the interior for others to see (and in my case, this means, seeing the stuff lying around my house.) You can come in, just as long as you don’t expect me to vacuum.
80 Degrees Farenheit
Finally.
Pantheon
“Come, my friends – ’tis not too late to seek a newer world.” Alfred Lord Tennyson
Because my feelings are easily hurt –
I have tried to be honest and kind towards others.
Because I was unsure of my abilities –
I have tried to work hard at whatever was needed.
Because I often felt no one was listening –
I have tried to respect and hear other people’s feelings.
Because I had trouble finding love –
I have tried to give love generously.
Because I often feel like crying –
I have become an expert in making people laugh.
Today, I turned 47. And I am all out of ideas.
what is beautiful remains 