I’VE STOLEN YOUR WORDS
After Shelomo Ibn Gabiriol
I’ve stolen your words, I don’t deny it—
I ate them and broke teeth on the liberation wall;
did I think I could soar with your songs
or use them to hide my flaws? I did.
Can a woman scale the tree of life
and eclipse the application of light in the world?
It’s always, I think, a simple plan of clouds:
can the East River be drained with a teaspoon?
Over the Hudson River 7/31/10 between Beacon and Newburgh
I think now, even Kid Rock would admit he had things backwards.
“I do not believe that artists or actors and people should be out there like voicing their full-blown opinions on politics because, let’s face it, at the end of the day, I’m not that smart of a guy. I play Rock ‘n’ Roll, that’s what I do. Who would you trust to make your decisions, Donald Rumsfeld or the Dixie Chicks?”
Please go see The Unknown Known
I have been listening to The Dixie Chicks a lot these last few days. Those young woman were really good and tight. If they hadn’t been destroyed by the Bush cabal and its followers I think country music would be much better today than it is. The Chicks were hardly the worst casualty of the Bush disaster, that honor is split between the people of Iraq, our troops, and the our economy but they were a casualty none-the-less.
January 1, 2013
“A photographer is like a cod, which produces a million eggs in order that one may reach maturity.”
George Bernard Shaw
Yes, indeed we did.
I needed to prepare a portfolio for the last class with Amy Arbus tomorrow, 50% work from the class and 50% work of our own. While putting it together I fell back in love with this picture. This image and I have a very dysfunctional relationship. I love it then I hate it and refuse to even look at it. I printed it out today and fell in love again.
If you were eligible and needed it, I hope you signed up for the Affordable Care Act Health Insurance and didn’t let the negative Nellies and people of bad faith scare you off. Before you blow up at me, what exactly are they offering you in its place? The old system we all agree is awful? What is the definition of insanity again?
Will The ACA work? Damned if I know but I am sure it won’t if people insist on sitting in the corner, kicking their heels and holding their breath.
I get the urge for going
But I never seem to go
I get the urge for going
When the meadow grass is turning brown
Summertime is falling down and winter is closing in
Even though we are on our third day of 60 degree plus weather the Winter Solstice is only 33 days away and this song has been appearing in my mental playlist more and more frequently.
The sky has been spring beautiful for the most part these last few days and the Pro HDR app on my phone called to me and I answered.
I borrowed an Olympus OM-D E-M5 from a friend and spent much of the day playing with it. I have never shot with a mirrorless camera before and wanted to get a sense of how they perform. Do they reach the heights of a high-end DSLR? No, but once I learn what I am doing, I think it will perform wonderfully and it is so small in comparison.
Ah well, I digress. Ailsa’s theme this week is height. So, for my first pass I decided to hold myself to pictures I took today with the Olympus. Some may be pushing the theme a bit.
So, you could say that the sun is low in the sky and yet it is a great height above us.
I am high above this young soccer player.
How does the camera look?
As always, here are some other views.
Travel Theme: Height | Ese’ s Voice
Weekly Travel Theme: Height | wordsvisual
Travel theme: High | Through the Eye of Bastet
Travel Theme: High | Patchwork Ponderings
Travel Theme: Height | This, that and the other thing
Where’s My BackPack Travel Theme Photo: Height | fathersunny
Travel theme: Height | Cee’s Photography
“I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth’s follies — thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.”
I have a photograph that I took on April 28, 2011 that I love. If you recall that year from April 25- 28, the US from Texas to the New York and then up to Southern Canada had 358 reported tornadoes in that period. Apparently the worst 4 days for tornadoes in weather history.
Anyway, I was out walking the river on the 28th when a powerful storm blew up. The sky and water turned a very peculiar color which is, I think, one reason people don’t like the picture. Here it is, just as it came out of the camera. No processing at all. Thoughts?