Rebellious rocks pierce the sky
Frightening waves rip the bank
The backwash churns vast snowy swells —
River and mountains like a painting
how many heroes passed them, once …
While masts and oars vanished to flying ash and smoke!
I roam through ancient realms
Absurdly moved
Turned to gray too soon —
A man’s life passes like a dream —
Pour out a cup then, to the river, and the moon .
[excerpt[ Battle of the Red Cliffs
Su Tung-po
(1037 – 1101 / China)
This photo is dedicated to my partner in spirit Kim…who brought me to this beautiful place.
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that Ive broken
But I swear in the days still left
We’ll walk in the fields of gold
We’ll walk in the fields of gold…
(excerpt.. from ‘Fields of Gold ‘ by Sting)
Got out of Phoenix, just in time
A box of kleenex, for the ride
The tumbleweeds said, their goodbyes
To javelinas and DUIs…
I wanted to believe in you and baby I believe it still
Baby I’ve just had my fill
You love me like a dollar bill
You roll me up and trade me in
And if you have the chance you will
And if you get the chance again
I know you’ll do the best you can
But baby love doesn’t change anything at all
I know love doesn’t change a thing
(excerpt from Aimee Mann’s ‘Phoenix’
We knew the world backwards and forwards
So small it fit in a handshake
So easy it could be described in a smile
As plain as the echoes of old truths and a prayer
History did not greet us with triumphant fanfare
It flung dirty sand in our eyes
Ahead of us were distant roads leading nowhere
Poisoned wells, bitter bread
The spoils of war is our knowledge of the world
So large it fits in a handshake
So hard it could be described in a smile
As strange as the echoes of old truths and a prayer.
We knew the world backwards and forwards
……”and how’s the business since last year?” asks the admiral. “Can’t complain,” says the other man,sipping his brandy.
“The children?”
“Grown a year.”
On the porch,the women swing and look into the night.
and it is just the same in every house in every town.For in this world,time does pass,but little happens.Just as
little happens from year to year,little happens from month to month,day to day. If time and events are not the same
then it is only people that barely move.
If a person holds no ambitions in this world,he suffers unknowingly. If a person holds ambitions,he suffer’s knowingly, but very slowly.
excerpt ‘Einstein’s Dreams’ by Alan Lightman
Fir Island is renowned in the Pacific Northwest for it’s inordinate amount of wintering bird and waterfowl. This is a depiction of thousands of snowgeese as they swarm the island. When they rise it is much like the action in a ‘snowglobe’ after it is shaken. What can’t be described by this photo is the thundering cacophony that can be heard form a half mile away as they squawk in a thousand voices. I shot this as I was leaving my home yesterday morning. My ‘backyard’ if you will.
