Tuesday, November 29, 2011

There’s a hole in your heart begging for adventure
Play yourself a new track
Set traps for the future ~M83

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Now Where

It wakes when I wake,
walks when I walk,
turns back when I turn back, 

beating me to the door.
It spoils my food and steals my sleep, 

and mocks me, saying, "Where is your God now?” 
And so, like a widow, 
I lie down after supper.
If I lie down or sit up it's all the same: the days and nights bear me along. 
To strangers I must seem alive.
Spring comes, summer; cool, clear weather; heat, rain..

 ~ Jane Kenyon,

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Pretty in Portland

This view is from the Vista bridge. I vote that the car dealership be replaced with trees.
View from Washington Park