and then tomorrow...

 

shirts will fly in the breeze of a evening advertising spring but threatening winter, groups of people will gather and walk, taking in their surroundings, natives and non-natives grow restless and loud with the anticipation of an ironic ending, the shirts advertise revolution but forget to pick up after themselves leaving just another pile for someone else...............

today is thurs....

in an instant the eyes catch me, the piercing  gaze of the pure of heart, i can connect, but not fully, i am not sure that that is a possibility anymore, to be living without the thought of living, to know this would truly make words unecessary............

absent inspiration

slow to start and easy to finish, the days begin the blurring process and a slow fear creeps in behind.  the unknown, good friend, ally and confidant, home and the inevitable porch sitting morning, looks like rain, and i gots to work.................. 

returning to home and the warm smiles and hands.  time and time again the urgency of time  is illustrated and then dissipated.  separating colors slip through my fingers as the memories now sort themselves out to be remembered, after all isn't that what this day is about, memories or the divergent ideas thereof.  attaching to one or the other i now can slip comfortably into routine or run into the gray drizzle...........

more memories......

taveling is fun, home is better....

practicalities run amok as the dreams of tomorrow and the realities of today collide, spawning the offspring of classic rock and canned beer, old fashioned advice and stern warnings about the way a life is lived and its grave outcome.  hoping for postponement, new age thoughts peppered with dogma smooth out the rough edges, and whatever is left over can be taken care of by entertainment........

nothing else to do...

 
everything is nothing, but nothing is something.........

so it says as it goes.....

black and white gives way to color images as the ceaseless pounding of progress begins outside.  your tax dollars at work, hard to press for more information but still beautiful in the end.  remember that every vote counts and half of your weight in water everyday........

i am back now in minneapolis, after visiting friends, accumulating ticks, and finally getting the tires balanced proper style.  after so much motion, it is hard to sit still,  the more things change the more they threaten to leave this place and any memories i may have left......this is the show...

more to follow more....

currently in minneapolis, idling away my time with my sister or down at the river throwing the dogs in one after another.  my sister lives in a house in a nice quiet neighborhood where they like to hear me pace back and forth yelling obscenities at my own stupidity.  in between bouts of faulty thinking processes i have managed to paint on the front of my sisters house.  here are some photos of that and also of some weird guy that has been following me around............

photos of the show to coming soon..............

piece out

the results, a remembering of the outcome of control, or the attempt to control the outcome.  what happens when goodwill is seemingly absent and choices are made?  a sum of parts and pieces and a dream that won't keep up with the times.  see you in minneapolis............