I spent all day working in Lightroom on the pictures I shot yesterday in celebration of Spring.
In the process I “found” fourteen 2-line poems. I “created” them by taking the playlist of the 14 songs I had on auto repeat and for the first group of seven, taking the first line of each song in order played and then, for the second group, taking the first line of song 1, the second of song 2, the third of song 3 etc…
Scarily some of them are actually not just nonsensical.
So, to accompany your journey through my photographic day yesterday, here we go.
From my apartment
I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping/Baby we’ve been together for a long, long time
I had me a boy, turned him into a man/You get a shiver in the dark
George Washington Bridge
I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping/You get home from work and then we just turn out the lights
Oh, then I let him go./A band is blowing Dixie double four time
Do you remember I searched you out/Will you dance, Charlie boy, will you dance?
We’ve been doin’ this longer than you’ve been alive/They call me the breeze
I stood still is what I did/Will you dance, Charlie boy, will you dance?
Bottles of whisky and bottles of beer/Ain’t no change in me
Outside another yellow moon/Hey babe, what’s in your eyes?
I hear Mariachi static on my radio/got no time for the corner boys, down in the street makin’ all that noise,
It was a teenage wedding/Oh what an ordinary day
But when Pierre found work/In America
Advanced Lighting w/Robert Meyer @ICP
Let me know how many of the songs you can identify…
“Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.”
– Dorothy Parker
Ailsa’s theme this week is Rivers. A lovely choice to my mind.
First attempt: here.
Mother’s Day was warm and sunny in NYC, a little foretaste of summer. The Hudson and the riverwalk and the parks between 125th and 50th Street were all very crowded.
The river was gorgeous and young love was celebrated in many ways.
Please enjoy some other rivers: