another rainy evening, so here's one from the archives...

a fractured view...

rocks, stuck between a grate and a hard place...

Day is done, gone the sun,

from the lake,

from the hills,

from the sky...

click Taps to read the lyrics.

Fading light, dims the sight

And a star gems the sky,

gleaming bright.

From afar, drawing nigh,

falls the night.

"He was so astonishingly productive as a senator, yet his private life was extremely messy. When it came to Kennedy's character, you'd feel whipsawed judging it."

Lance Morrow

via boston.com...click

I think life whipsawed him, as well.

photo, courtesy of times online

He lived to comb white hair, whereas his brothers and nephews did not, observed Christopher Dodd. He referenced this Yeats stanza (click title for the complete poem)from:

In Memory of Major Robert Gregory

XI

Some burn damp faggots, others may consume

The entire combustible world in one small room

As though dried straw, and if we turn about

The bare chimney is gone black out

Because the work had finished in that flare.

Soldier, scholar, horseman, he,

As 'twere all life's epitome.

What made us dream that he could comb grey hair?

William Butler Yeats

sky high installation...

space ships...

newly waxed floors...

window ornaments...

david, overshadowed by goliath...

bijoux at your feet...

window to the sky...

bus stop for the love bar...

red alarm on a golden wall...

floating door for flooded roads...

construction site...

When you're alone and life is making you lonely

You can always go--downtown

When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry

Seems to help, I know--downtown

Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city

Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty

How can you lose?

Petula Clark, click for a trip to the sixties.

from the same prayer breakfast...

from the archives, one of my favorites...

secret cloth satchels, singed, battered and scarred by unreleased souls...

tattered...

where has the summer gone?

i ask that each summer, but i don't expect an answer.

carefree is coming to a close, and backpacks will soon limit swinging...

reflecting on beauty, while waiting for the train...

wabi-sabi...

stop, means beach ahead...

ripples...

no calendars, and no watches...

quietness...

from the archives...

computer problems, so i'm thrilled to be back online.

plywood patch...

red means stop...

lights, in rain...

A free bird leaps on the back

Of the wind and floats downstream

Till the current ends and dips his wing

In the orange suns rays

And dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage

Can seldom see through his bars of rage

His wings are clipped and his feet are tied

So he opens his throat to sing.

Maya Angelou

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

a must read book...click for summary

where once a business thrived...

dirty windows make for pretty pictures...

august...

nordic runes, with 537 being a symbol for uncertainty.

symbols, signs and signets

ernest lehner

"a pictorial treasury with over 1350 illustrations"

my fascination with birds, continues...

fractured glass...

no left turn...

and Fat Man followed in Little Boy's path, on August 9th, 1945.

"Since Auschwitz we know what man is capable of.

And since Hiroshima we know what is at stake."

Viktor E. Frankl

Little Boy's cloud yields kilos of cranes...

click here for the story of Sadako and the thousand paper cranes.

it rained again, so i made roses...

colored eggs...

playing with color one...

"just a sort of unexplained sadness that comes each afternoon when the new day is gone forever and there's nothing ahead but increasing darkness."

robert m. persig

zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance

letters can be unsettling...

facsimile of World War II Airplane Spotter cards.

"three silhouettes on the face of each card, front view, side view and a view of the bottom of the aircraft as would be seen by a ground observer."

available here (click)

scanned four cards, and inverted in photoshop (original featured black silhouettes on a cream background).

i just like the images.