This blog is an archive of random thoughts I’ve had, noteworthy quotes I’ve found, memorable lyrics I’ve heard, and photos and memories that I do not want to forget from over the years.
– george
“Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steadily falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.”
― Dylan Thomas, A Child’s Christmas in Wales
“And as I looked at the Earth, I also noticed that I could turn my head, and I could see the moon and the stars and the Milky Way galaxy. I could see our universe. And I could turn back, and I could see our beautiful planet.
And that moment changed my relationship with the Earth. Because for me the Earth had always been a kind of a safe haven, you know, where I could go to work or be in my home or take my kids to school. But I realized it really wasn’t that. It really is its own spaceship. And I had always been a space traveler. All of us here today, even tonight, we’re on this spaceship Earth, amongst all the chaos of the universe, whipping around the sun and around the Milky Way galaxy.”
– Michael Massimino “A View of the Earth”.
May storm clouds gathering over our New York homestead.
A March snowstorm means fun in the park!
The surf on the rocks on a cold February day.
Valentine’s Day Cake.
A cold seagull at the beach near our house.
We recently bought a School Bus and are slowly turning it into a home on wheels. This picture is from during the summer when we were working on taking out the seats.
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white, Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, Would scarcely know that we were gone.
– Sara Teasdale
It’s cold outside here in Connecticut.
Trying my hands at making some gyotaku prints with a large striped bass a friend shot while we were spearfishing.
