Friday, July 25, 2008

it is good to see you.......


the breakfast jollies with old friends and new ones too, the flood of nostalgia and waves of what's to come.  lives unedited in the present tense is the goal of the day, a mountain to climb and time to kill................

Thursday, July 24, 2008

one more week, one more......



bliss-filled days avenge the nights of tortured artist, the illusion self perpetuates and dilutes everything it touches,  the woods speak and although, "the owls are not what they seem", there are secrets in the distant hoos and the racing pulses associated with wildlife sightings.  afraid i am of the mountaintop experiences for the addiction is strong and i am only.........

Friday, July 18, 2008

more or less


overpowered to the point of disassociation, hardly feeling qualified to consider myself a part of nature.  the beauty is overwhelming;  disconnection, destruction, the results of comforting choices, a quick trip to the store for more. these are the days of our lives, the raspberries slowly creep onto the road, and the silence is menacing to a racing brain.  the choices are obvious but not easy.................

Saturday, July 12, 2008

saturday


























today's dreams of yesterday's happenings, wishing for more free time, or better yet better use of the time at hand.  the water calls, the studio beckons, the yard slides slowly back into habitat, summer slips into a coasting truck on a 16% grade, cascading towards a small logging town with cheap mexican eats.  old voices trigger nostalgia for the past accomplishments and a sudden realization that most desires are just this............

Friday, July 11, 2008

the beauty of a neck of the woods....


long format walks in the forested regions of the here and now are the only inspiration necessary at this time it seems.  unable, or more likely unwilling, to subscribe to anything promoting itself as truth i will wile away the days staring.......

Thursday, July 10, 2008

hot walks on hot rocks.....


chained to the reality of what is, one forgets the limitations, as limping paws suggest the decline of invincibility, and the nurturing of seeds requires an ever growing patience, dig deep..........

Saturday, July 5, 2008

non-fiction?


it seems that it is very american to be unaware of our surroundings and the impact of our actions on them.  it also seems to be quite characteristic to voluntarily shine a light on the ground so a disabled stranger can see, and subsequently walk safely.  we are much like teenagers, acting recklessly, with little remorse, and blaming the authority figures in our lives for our situations; all the while possessing a heart of gold that drives slowly dulling instincts.  these things can be applied to all of humanity at one time or another i am sure, however it seems that our detachment from consequences in this country allows for a greater degree of separation.  in the time to come i believe we will soon see if we can survive the excruciating growing pains that accompanies the slow march of time and the spinning of stratospheres, maybe eventually learning how to grab ahold of those instincts that remain and learn how to play nicely with others..........