Saturday, December 29, 2012

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Isaac: The Joy Of My Life

This is my amazing, incredibly brilliant, and hilarious grandson. He brings so much joy into my life! I can't look at this picture without smiling. Of course, my children and my Molly keep me going too, but this little guy just makes every day so much better.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Neil Young - Sugar Mountain, 1968

Thank you, Steve, my oldest brother, for bringing this song back to me. We are all so estranged from one another, and though I feel that is a travesty, I can find no way for all of us or some of us to try to just embrace one another. 

Thursday, November 08, 2012

Kristin Hersh feat. Michael Stipe - Your Ghost (Music Video)

There are nights I still wait for the dead to call.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

What Work Is

By Philip Levine b. 1928 Philip Levine

We stand in the rain in a long line
waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.
You know what work is—if you’re
old enough to read this you know what
work is, although you may not do it.
Forget you. This is about waiting,
shifting from one foot to another.
Feeling the light rain falling like mist
into your hair, blurring your vision
until you think you see your own brother
ahead of you, maybe ten places.
You rub your glasses with your fingers,
and of course it’s someone else’s brother,
narrower across the shoulders than
yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin
that does not hide the stubbornness,
the sad refusal to give in to
rain, to the hours of wasted waiting,
to the knowledge that somewhere ahead
a man is waiting who will say, “No,
we’re not hiring today,” for any
reason he wants. You love your brother,
now suddenly you can hardly stand
the love flooding you for your brother,
who’s not beside you or behind or
ahead because he’s home trying to
sleep off a miserable night shift
at Cadillac so he can get up
before noon to study his German.
Works eight hours a night so he can sing
Wagner, the opera you hate most,
the worst music ever invented.
How long has it been since you told him
you loved him, held his wide shoulders,
opened your eyes wide and said those words,
and maybe kissed his cheek? You’ve never
done something so simple, so obvious,
not because you’re too young or too dumb,
not because you’re jealous or even mean
or incapable of crying in
the presence of another man, no,
just because you don’t know what work is.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Saturday, September 01, 2012

Heart rot

This week's photo challenge theme is "decay." Heart rot forms on a tree when the tree is sick and already decaying. It is lovely to look at, but it means trouble for the tree. I thought these resembled shells under the water. There was even a haze beneath them as I looked through the viewfinder which looked like water.

Monday, August 06, 2012

Nature Being Patient With Me

This butterfly was incredibly tolerant of my presence and gave me ample opportunity to get a good shot, but I just couldn't get one.  So, I joined the West Kentucky Photography Club tonight with the hope that I can learn some things with my little point and shoot camera and move on to a better camera.  I felt at sea in there, but everyone was nice.