Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
a loss for pictures instead of words
The Summer Day by Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
ooohhhhhh
Sunday, July 26, 2009
the move begins
Saturday, July 25, 2009
for the birds
Sitting with my coffee in South Boston watching the birds. I could sit and watch them all day. (Having sound is a plus for this.)
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
a moth, a shadow
Monday, July 20, 2009
3am thinking about shadows
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
My latest favorite song
I'm On A Roll
by Over The Rhine
Black flamenco shoes
Dahlias in my hair
Garters on my stockings
The sidewalk bends to stare
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
Ambition may be blind
Diamonds come from coal
You provide the rhythm, babe
I’ll provide the soul
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
This oyster is my world
My oyster’s got a pearl
This ain’t no dress rehearsal
I’m a very lucky girl
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
Tastes sweet on my lips
Tender on my tongue
All the road’s ahead of me
Oh the night is young
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
Just like I oughta
I’m on a roll
I can’t be bothered
I’m on a roll
I want the whole enchilada
I’m on a roll
Baby’s got his bullhorn
Confetti’s in the air
We’re shakin’ up Show Ponies
‘Cause we haven’t got a care
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
Just like I oughta
I’m on a roll
I can’t be bothered
I’m on a roll
Cincinnati to Ensenada
I’m on a roll
From the thrift store to Prada
I’m on a roll
La dee da da dee da da
I’m on a roll
La la la dee dee da da
I’m on a roll
by Over The Rhine
Black flamenco shoes
Dahlias in my hair
Garters on my stockings
The sidewalk bends to stare
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
Ambition may be blind
Diamonds come from coal
You provide the rhythm, babe
I’ll provide the soul
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
This oyster is my world
My oyster’s got a pearl
This ain’t no dress rehearsal
I’m a very lucky girl
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
Tastes sweet on my lips
Tender on my tongue
All the road’s ahead of me
Oh the night is young
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
Just like I oughta
I’m on a roll
I can’t be bothered
I’m on a roll
I want the whole enchilada
I’m on a roll
Baby’s got his bullhorn
Confetti’s in the air
We’re shakin’ up Show Ponies
‘Cause we haven’t got a care
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
I’m on a roll
Just like I oughta
I’m on a roll
I can’t be bothered
I’m on a roll
Cincinnati to Ensenada
I’m on a roll
From the thrift store to Prada
I’m on a roll
La dee da da dee da da
I’m on a roll
La la la dee dee da da
I’m on a roll
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Three Graces
What kind of a weirdo sees three dirty napkins on the sidewalk and thinks "Oh! The Three Graces! I have to take a picture!"
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
the studio floor
Monday, July 13, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
a real find
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
What the Sun Feels Like
Sunday, July 5, 2009
East Bay bike path 4th of July
At the first sign of sun we decided to go for a ride. The East Bay bike path is 14.5 miles long, 4 miles from our house. Sure, it was the fourth of July, but it was early enough in the day that we figured whoever was left in town would still be in bed. Oh were we wrong. The East Bay Bike Path takes you through East Providence down the coast to Bristol. Little did we know that Bristol has the longest running and arguably biggest 4th of July Parade in the country.
Still raining
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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