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It’s a fantastic comparison of a pair of panoramas photographed at the start of the 20th century to the same panorama photographed today. You can argue that it doesn’t “prove” Man Made Global Warming, but something happened to the glaciers. It’s a fascinating look at changes that we normally can’t see. Things that seem permanent and implacable shown to be transient and ephemeral.
Ecola State Park, OR – May 2010, Photo by Gutter Glitter
Mexican sand is benevolent
To a soul that
Don’t sleep
In life that’s bloated
With fast pace and
Poor lighting plays
Tag along with
Muted skin
And addiction
But there is no room for imperfection
No benediction today -
A relationship heavy
With advice is
Hard to follow -
It don’t need no one
But everyone sometimes -
And anyone will do
At the right time…
And some others are good
Alone -
That’s how some people are -
Not good
And not bad -
Not failures but
Experts at
Tending the garden
Of their own insulation.
May 2010, Cape Disappointment, WA – Photo by Gutter Glitter
A friend of mine wrote this and it’s something I thought the readers could relate to. It’s a little something about how to survive life when there’s a lot of ’shit going on’ so you can make it to write another day. My favorite point?
There are things worth fighting and dying for. But dying because you can’t pay your mortgage or that your wife loves someone else isn’t worth it. If anything, fold that shit up into your work, make a SGO burrito of words and serve it.
Seriously, check the article out, if nothing else, it’s a good reminder on what we can do for ourselves.
Fayetteville, GA – April 2010. Photo by Dragonclaw
She plucks at the buttons of her shirt
and leans against the doorway,
staring at the incandescence
pouring down onto the desk
and rug below.
The door closes shut as she treads
and stands before that circle of light
to stare down at the carpet,
worn from years of prostration
and she whispers
‘now I lay me down to sleep,’
She slips to her knees,
bows her head.
‘I pray thee Lord my soul to keep’
Then looks to the light
her face aglow
‘and if I should die be fore I wake’
She turns out the light,
slips into bed.
‘I pray thee Lord my soul to take.’
Then closes her eyes
and cries herself to sleep.
Janesville, IA, March 2009 – Photo by Cookie
Janesville, IA – March 2009, photo by cookie
So we ended up getting just under 3 inches of accumulation on raised surfaces Friday night, but we totally whiffed on any snow this morning (though we may get flurries tonight, which won’t accumulate but may look pretty at least).
Sadly my pics are all crappy camera phone pics but they’re what I’ve got, if you have better, let me know and I’ll get em up
Finally really accumulating:
Wet snow accumulating on the branches:
Tree:
Janesville, IA March 2009 – Photo by Cookie
March 2009, Janesville, IA – Photo by cookie
He steps inside and closes the door.
“We can help you,”
She looks at the knife held by her fingers.
he grabs her arms but her gaze still lingers,
“and set you free of the prison you made.”
He holds her hands to the side.
“If you do this,”
As she struggle with serpentine twists
to push the blade into her wrists,
“you’ll never have a chance to try again.”
Then she locks her eyes to his.
“I was so naive.”
With a thrust, she drives her point home,
watching his eyes widen and fade to gloam,
“To wait for you to give back to me.”
A push and he stumbles
“I might be going down in flames,”
the wet splatter of maroon covers the tile.
She looks down at the metal, covered in bile,
“But you’ll burn with me.”
She steps back, and slips outside.
“Never save someone,”
The door shuts with a pneumatic whisper.
Her body shakes with a convulsive shiver,
“Who would rather stay damned.”
She walks under the streetlight.
“Because if God is my father,”
and shoves the knife into her arm,
holds them outstretched to display the harm,
“Then now I’m an orphan.”
As I stood by
the waves crashed against the dock
the memories of youth slipped with the ticking of the clock
As I stood by
the rain cleansed from every surface dust
yet I thought only of future rust
As I stood by
a child yearned for a sign of love
perhaps God will bring forth a heavenly dove
As I stood by
a life was taken that I might be free
all I thought was if the power would go out from the knocked down tree
As I stood by
someone wished their dream could be a reality
and I wondered if they really were that much in need
As I stood by
I figured someone else would help the youth
I thought someone else would do the praying
would be sharing of their resources to others
I didn’t think what I did could make a difference
As I stood by
I began to wake and realize the truth
that no difference is made in merely standing
that even alone I’m given my druthers
to be the hand, the ear, the rock, the difference
