Monday, January 21, 2008

Monday, January 14, 2008

how surreal

I remember you! Almost like I fell asleep watching you and woke up, and there you were again! Yeah, sounds ridiculous, (grabs my camera) I know you are a different bird from years ago. Want a cheezit? (snaps a shot) How surreal. Everything is the same—there is Wal-Mart over there and McDonald’s , the palm trees even look the same…but it’s not the same, it looks like it’s all been almost drained of something, I can’t tell what. Even you, little bird, you looked familiar, but I could blink my eyes and you’d be gone—wait!

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Monday, July 2, 2007

Tuesday, June 5, 2007


I hid my soiled hands behind my back
Somewhere along the line
I must have gone off track with you
Excuse me,
I think I've mistaken you for somebody else
Somebody who gave a damn
Somebody more like myself
And these foolish games
Are tearing me
You're tearing me
You're tearing me apart
And you're thoughtless words
Are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart

Jewel, Foolish Games
Posted by Picasa

Monday, April 30, 2007


The Discus Thrower. I took a lot of pictures of this statue. But the expression on his face was the thing I was hoping to capture. If statues could speak. ;)

Say Not The Struggle Nought Availeth

Say not the struggle nought availeth
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;
It may be, in yon smoke concealed,
Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers,
And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking,
Seem here no painful inch to gain,
Far back, through creeks and inlets making,
Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,
When daylight comes, comes in the light
In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly.
But westward, look, the land is bright.
--Arthur Hugh Clough

I know no one whose life is without effort. There will be struggles, big or small enough that we barely even take notice of. Struggle is an inevitable part of being alive. Struggle can be the beginning of new strength. This poem speaks of hope, in times there may feel like there is no hope, in times it feels like all effort is in vain. Let there be hope.
Posted by Picasa

Sunday, April 22, 2007

i wonder why

...things like this fascinate me so
Posted by Picasa