The toad flax rolled out a purple carpet
The heavens a throne of gold
In the midst of royalty I did sit
As eternal stories began to unfold
Tuesday, April 15, 2025
Welcome lily
Daily I awake to find
a new lily has arrived.
With every dawning
an old friend has
returned to visit me;
Savor the season of the lily,
the memory it brings
each morning.
Richard Orander
Crumpler Mountain Memory
My grandfather Richard Orander when he was injured in a coal mining accident in Crumpler, West Virginia, started a bus line from Crumpler to Northfork. This bus from a lot in Gainesville was like the one he had. I superimposed it on top of Crumpler Mountain along with him in the drivers window.
It’s a fast reel
It’s a fast reel
Yesterday toward later afternoon the house was quiet and the memories were loud. We took our folding chairs and went down to Watertown Lake dock and sat there with them awhile until they subsided a might.
Black or white
"Shades Of Gray"
When the world and I were young
Just yesterday
Life was such a simple game
A child could play
It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light
Today there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
I remember when the answers seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt or tasted fear
It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate
The foolish from the wise
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light
Today there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
[Instrumental interlude]
It was easy then to know what was fair
When to keep and when to share
How much to protect your heart
And how much to care
But today there is no day or night
Today there is no dark or light
Today there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
Only shades of gray
The Monkees. One of my favorite songs from them.
Uh huh
Old men shall dream dreams
I used to ride up and down US90 all day shuttling vehicles. One of my young co- workers is forever going on about cars, especially Challengers with scat packs, whatever that is. I just give a nice uh huh.
Today was payback. We followed closely the vehicle with the Specialized and Pinarello Prince bicycles. This time it gave me great pleasure telling him of how grand the Prince is with the carbon fiber and Shimano gears. He didn’t have a clue for once. He gave me a nice uh huh.
Monday, April 14, 2025
Shade
It was not the complaint of the ant that the plant grew in the asphalt for if not for the plant there would have been no shade for the ant.
Post
Post processing
Was it deliberate or
Was it accident?
Often it’s the mistakes
That we take
And bend into keeps
Canna
Canna Cut
Nikon D3100 with 35mm 1.8 DX AF-S, 200@f2,ISO400,Manual WB,Shutter Priority. Handheld. Monochrome. Post process Infrared.
Closing in
"Closing In"
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Just room for me to squeeze between
The lowered ceiling and divide,
Just power enough to make the ridge
And, panting, gain the other side;
Just light enough to see my field
And in the shadows kiss the grass;
Just strength, just heart, just time enough,
For me, the tardy one, to pass.
O hill, O strip of clearing sky,
Hold up the bars till I get by!
O lovely day--forgive my sin,
One breath of light will let me in!
Set the watch
Set the watch
john Clare stokes
Set the watch
Double the chain
Post the guard
Around the clock
In the night
Stoke the flame
Keep the watch
Unto the dawn
Comes the time
To steal away
To free the fallen
Angels ever lurk
Awaiting the weight
Of fallen lids
Dashing in
Breaking chains
Opening the cells
Telling the fallen
Quickly rise
Set the watch
Double the chain
Angels once came
The weight of glory
Mere wind to them
Rushing in
Freeing
The fallen ones
It just may happen
Upon our watch.
Hug
HuG
All she asked for was a hug
It never came
On poles they posted her mug
Last seen heading east
In the rain
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