Once, when we were younger, and there were no words, we spoke freely and without resolve. Then time, and grievance found home in our hearts. Now silence seems appropriate when audiences grow louder. Oh time. Why’d you make me see you passing?
If you thought something more, well, it's the camping.
Number 1 is expectations. This isn't a polished review. This is incomplete thoughts. Posts that are unfinished. Rough drafts. Blurry photos. Unfinished pieces of music. Just a smattering of whatever, whenever. There will be an effort, someday, to sort this shit out. Give category, and reason for why each post should exist. Maybe identify some [...]
But Margaret Atwood told me I should just write, in a YouTube video ad. Somehow cars became words. She said write, so I did. Ugggggggggggg. And the need to agonize over every phrase, and the need to have a conjunction, a pause, a break; something other than just words, and punctuation. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. Just stop. Words [...]
On a smoke break. After the rain. Clouds parted and a bit of the sun was let through. The cars drove by letting up fine mists of spray from the still wet roads. The sound more subdued. Less traffic, less people, less noise. The calm as day gives way to night. I do love a [...]
The long thaw of winter finally over, I began to see life in the garden.
I was well into my second bag before I thought to take a photo. Clearing out fallen trees and dead branches from the garden. Branches awaiting cutting. They had sat there through a winter. I added more still this spring. The garden and it's refuge becoming an ever growing stack of logs. Stripped of their [...]
Between April 4 and May 29 I couldn't like a photo. Here are the two I did. April 4: May 29: Update: I added the rest of May 29 photos here