“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”― Laozi

(high tide coming in; photo mine; iphone 5)

“Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them; that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.”
― Laozi

(high tide coming in; photo mine; iphone 5)

“Being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.” 
― Charles Bukowski, ‘Women’

“Being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.”
― Charles Bukowski, ‘Women’

POEM FOR MY LOVE

By June Jordan


How do we come to be here next to each other   
in the night
Where are the stars that show us to our love   
inevitable
Outside the leaves flame usual in darkness   
and the rain
falls cool and blessed on the holy flesh   
the black men waiting on the corner for   
a womanly mirage
I am amazed by peace
It is this possibility of you
asleep
and breathing in the quiet air

POEM FOR MY LOVE

By June Jordan


How do we come to be here next to each other
in the night
Where are the stars that show us to our love
inevitable
Outside the leaves flame usual in darkness
and the rain
falls cool and blessed on the holy flesh
the black men waiting on the corner for
a womanly mirage
I am amazed by peace
It is this possibility of you
asleep
and breathing in the quiet air

Museum opening … Awesome evening.

(Zuckerman Museum of Art; photo mine; iPhone 5)

Museum opening … Awesome evening.

(Zuckerman Museum of Art; photo mine; iPhone 5)

apbecunningham:

"Sedimentary Levels" 
Me- “So you’re sure you don’t mind me painting you like this?”
Her- “Annie, everything changes once you have kids. Just keep the fan off.”
Success.

apbecunningham:

"Sedimentary Levels"

Me- “So you’re sure you don’t mind me painting you like this?”

Her- “Annie, everything changes once you have kids. Just keep the fan off.”

Success.

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."
—Kahlil Gibran

(Found in the woods; photo mine; iphone 5)

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."
—Kahlil Gibran

(Found in the woods; photo mine; iphone 5)

Lover´s waltz - A. A. Bondy

Do you wanna dance
Will you wear my ring
Will you lay with me
Until the final bullets sing
Over our heads, over our heads

Then a lovers’ waltz will turn until the end

Will you marry me
Don’t you wanna spin
Will you run with me
Until the ground folds us within
Over our heads, over our heads

And a lovers’ waltz will turn until the end

And your shipwreck eyes,
They sing to me
As we ride a killer whale
Across a diamond sea
Over our heads, over our heads

And a lovers’ waltz will turn until the end

And I will hang for you
And you will hang for me
And the northern lights
Will take us in like refugees
Over our heads, over our heads
And a lovers’ waltz will turn until the end

… Because coming around the bend on a remote trail and seeing *this* doesn’t creep you the crap out …”

(Moonshiners installation in the middle of the woods; iphone 5)

… Because coming around the bend on a remote trail and seeing *this* doesn’t creep you the crap out …”

(Moonshiners installation in the middle of the woods; iphone 5)

Right this moment, in these woods, on this mountain, as I stop for a rest, I realize I am at peace in heart and mind. 

(iPhone 5)

Right this moment, in these woods, on this mountain, as I stop for a rest, I realize I am at peace in heart and mind.

(iPhone 5)

Evening In A Sugar Orchard

From where I lingered in a lull in March 
outside the sugar-house one night for choice, 
I called the fireman with a careful voice 
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch: 
‘O fireman, give the fire another stoke, 
And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke.’ 
I thought a few might tangle, as they did, 
Among bare maple boughs, and in the rare 
Hill atmosphere not cease to glow, 
And so be added to the moon up there. 
The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show 
On every tree a bucket with a lid, 
And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow. 
The sparks made no attempt to be the moon. 
They were content to figure in the trees 
As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades. 
And that was what the boughs were full of soon.

(Robert Frost)

Evening In A Sugar Orchard

From where I lingered in a lull in March
outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
I called the fireman with a careful voice
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:
‘O fireman, give the fire another stoke,
And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke.’
I thought a few might tangle, as they did,
Among bare maple boughs, and in the rare
Hill atmosphere not cease to glow,
And so be added to the moon up there.
The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show
On every tree a bucket with a lid,
And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.
The sparks made no attempt to be the moon.
They were content to figure in the trees
As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.
And that was what the boughs were full of soon.

(Robert Frost)

Simone Dinnerstein;Tift Merritt - Colors

I saw these artists this evening, and this was perhaps my favorite of their collaboration pieces. Dinnerstein’s Bach was transcendent.