“In My Little Town, I never meant nothin’, I was just my father’s son” (Paul Simon)
….and when I grew up I realized that the thoughts of men Cannot make us who we are Nor can they remove the good we do with sincere hearts It is only the small among us Who find fault with good things
Thoughts do not carry the load Words, no matter how harmful Float away on the lightest of breezes
And when the fires come The measure of a soul Will be found in the kindness Afforded to others
In general. Nothing changes. Everything changes. Everything stays the same. Nothing stays the same. Everything happens for a reason. Except time and chance.
Since May, I’ve lost most of the mobility in my right arm. “Frozen shoulder” they call it, with rotator cuff issues. The pain teaches me limitations. Limitations are ignored while sleeping, so in pain I wake up throughout the night. The evidence of most painkillers’ association with memory/cognitive decline keeps me away from those. So, it’s ginger tea or turmeric. Physical therapy is “thawing” out the issue. My Orthopedic Doc will likely shoot me up with cortisone to speed up the process. With that, I recognize what a blessed world I live in. I get to go see doctors who will help me. We see a disease that would have killed countless millions 100 years ago and we fight it. There seems to be an “expectation of perfection” in society these days, from all sides. All of us are fallible and yet sides are drawn? Like it or not, we are not divided. My body is made from the same earth/cosmos born material as everyone elses. We all share this. We all share the same moon. We are all part of the same river. The water in our bodies once supported fish in a great ocean. Like it or not, we are all one.
Studio Dumping: After years of exhibitions, it’s time to clear out the studio. These prints are poster mounted to keep costs down to move them out of the studio. Drop me a line if interested.
The incidence of the angle to the sun Relative to the distance The minor variance Affecting the whole of our world
Glancing at Venus Conversing with the moon Behind the cloud The red of sun Splashed for ambience
We’re entering The dark sector Of revolution and rotation A cosmic wonder
My thought “Days are getting shorter” Is an insult To the reality of this grandeur
I’ve been so busy with “stuff” and have had few opportunities to create images. My heart fell when I witnessed such a beautiful sight last night. The moon and Venus (or Mercury?) claiming a stupendous “good night” to the day’s end. I could only appreciate it in passing. Responsibilities. Soon the blackbirds will return to the lake in their murmurations. I must make time for this.
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 