Sunday, June 26, 2005
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Tapdogs!!!
I still can't believe they did everything that they did, although I seem to be saying this for a lot of show's these days. I guess the magic is still out there.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
A Poem
As usual I have left a bit of a space between entries, oh well. I have been too caught up in the mundane. So here is a silly paragraph of thoughts inspired by the carlton gardens on a beautiful winters day.
Peace without silence
Metal and Oil, humming, turning,
But overlaid, water droplets splashing
Wind gusting, leaves drifting on their lonely flight from the trees
Dull light, serenity, trees reaching out to the sky...
roots clutching deeply into the Earth
Their gnarled tops forming seats like from a poem.
Peace
Then sunlight pulses through
Breath catches. Gleaming light, off the water, off the grass, through the leaves.
We live too long without taking time to look up, to smell the wind.
Take the time, who knows how much there is.