The Moon Seven Times. “paris luna”, from the album, the moon seven times.

Take what was, no matter how long it’s been.
Some part is always floating up again.
Take my hand so I can let go of what they say.
Let the blood boil between our skin as it won’t someday.
The winds of heaven swooned so far from the way I had planned,
and as I raced around from room to room, they stayed with me, where I ran.

Once the quiet waves kept me pinned to your arm,
and they held me to a promise not to kick so hard.
Summer dies, and its passion is sneaking down the stairs.
May the blood boil between us everywhere.
The winds of heaven swooned so far from the way I had planned,
and as I raced around from room to room, I was everywhere I ran.

We are only the way we are for a while.
There is nothing to lose any time.
The winds of heaven swooned so far from the plan,
as I raced from room to room, I was everywhere I ran.

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we all have our muses

for some reason tonight (and oh how very sure i there is some reason to it), this one haunted me until i set it down. my muses do this to me from time to time, until i find a way to capture them in some form. why re-transcribing Lynn Canfield’s fine lyrics tonight was important, i’m not sure. but this album is definitely on my “it should be yours, too” list.

perhaps because so often, i feel this way. it’s one of those songs that i feel when i sing along to it. perhaps because the lyrics are so visual. there is a video to this song, but of course, that’s not how i see it in my mind. and that’s the particular beauty of the fine arts: the interpretation and internalization of a thing rarely equal the vision of its inception.

and the same is true for so many other things, the bulk of which have something or other to do with emotions, people, the world we live in, and life in general.

two points to whomever remembers the musical allusion of that last line.

this Easter weekend, several thousand of us will be participating in the first-ever “Blog Against Theocracy”. i am awaiting permission from the owner of Clean Cut Kid, where i do most of my political blogging, for us to support and participate the endeavor as a whole. i’m never quite sure how things will play out over there. there is also a chance i may get to guest-blog over at Mock, Paper, Scissors as well.

while i have nothing at all against religion per se (except for the way some people choose to abuse its power), i believe quite strongly that the recent, and still on-going, attempts by neoconservatives to emplace and enforce legislation that would represent theocratic rule needs to be stopped. there is no benefit to be had from an ideological reversion of several hundred years.

if you blog, i hope you’ll consider participating in “Blog Against Theocracy”. yes, the acronym would be BAT, because we are all no doubt batty, right? bah. i will not be cross-posting that content here, so you’ll need to check on CCK and MPS to see if we get the go-ahead.

thus proving that any time is a good time to wear poofy stuff in your hair….

~early April, 2005, just before her 6th birthday.

one of the nice things about sunrise and sunset photos is that you’re never really sure which is which unless the photographer tells you or you happen to know the scene. but of course, since i’m not much of an east-coaster, i’m sure you can figure this one out. the title of it kind of helps, too, i guess.

this happened basically by accident. i was shooting the sun in and out of clouds, and while i was tracking the bird, the sun came fully into a gap, and whoosh, there was a lot of red light. luckily, i had the aperture squeezed tight and no permanent damage was done to the sensor. it was shot on my original D100 with my 80-400mm VR at 175mm (=262mm for 35mm comparison) in mid-January, 2004.

the mini-trips we took up and down the California coast while we lived in Camarillo are now a fond memory. at the time, it was sometimes a pain in the butt to do so much driving over a weekend, but now they are all treasured moments. if you’re out in Californa, please go stick your toes in the water for me.

much missed, much missed. south dakota has its own beauty, but it’s of a far different nature than the ever-evolving shore. if home is where the heart is, then i am never home.

and yet, of course, always home. i might miss Cali, but i don’t miss the rat-race, the grad students underselling weddings, the thump-thump-thump of passing cars in the night (yo!), the traffic, the…..

the following photograph is included on my Made In South Dakota website, pretentiously titled “Touching Elegance“. its original title was “tempered impatience”, but i figured that as a solitary image of a flower, the title would be irrelevant. in retrospect, i will probably go back and rename it to “tempered impatience”, because that original title should theoretically engender more personal interrelation on behalf of each viewer.

this photograph has always stood out in my mind when i think in terms of this “tempered impatience” beneath which i live. it’s not just about wanting to meet The Elder and Unknown; it’s about more parental and personal things than i can faithfully record here. it seems like i’ve been waiting for something more (and occasionally, something “better”) all my life. i don’t really feel that oppressed, but the impatience is almost always there.

i took this photo in my parents-in-law’s garden while we were waiting on all the paperwork to clear so that we could move into our house outside of Sioux Falls back in August of 2004. it was a week of limbo, of not knowing what exactly was to come, and only the first throes of #1 Son’s expressed dissatisfaction with the move.

we all handle adversity differently, no doubt. for myself, i’m not even sure that what has happened, or what is going on now, is even adversity per se. for me, it was a good time to shoot some flowers and force myself to relax. where has that time gone now?

this has been my desktop for a couple of months now. from the Albuquerque Botanical Gardens. i wish we could have been there when the wisteria was blooming.

i guess because this was my desktop during the most recent rush of concerns regarding The Elder and Unknown, i see this image in my mind quite often when i think about her. i wonder if she’s ever been to Albuquerque. i wonder a lot of things about her. this would have been a good place to contemplate such things.

meditations this morning were brief, but Integrity was once again a point of focus. sometimes i wish i didn’t have to worry about such things, but always, i am glad that i do.

seven months. surely that’s not as long as it seems sometimes. it’s 1/69th of my current life-span.

oh my, that was the wrong way to look at that. 1/69th? damn, i’m getting old.