The Space of Forty Minutes

Direction

Recline

Two Shores

Looking kinda South:


Looking kinda North:

Lakeshore Transit

Lights in the Evening

I Am in Need of Music

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips
With melody, deep, clear and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limps, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet brath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading coors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)

The Road Ahead

September Behind Us, October's Horizon Ahead

Still Standing in the Early Autumn Sun

The Flower Dreams of Bigger Things Despite the Start of Autumn

Down in the Dusk

Down in the Dust

Late Long Shadows

Path

Reflections

Down the Road

Getting all DGG. As usual.




Or, DGG/TO/JN/AS. To be obscure.

Two of a Kind

Drink It In

Up and Down