Saturday, August 8, 2009

The Power of Wind



Storm damage. Arty view of above tree on upper left. Giddy not sweating the small stuff lower left.

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Friday, August 7, 2009

Lost in the Weeds

and not worried about being found.


Taken July 29, 2009.

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Thursday, August 6, 2009

And it was good

Not quite so dramatic light (but equally appreciated) restored at 11:15 p.m.


Taken July 31, 2009.

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Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Let There Be Light

Duke Energy willing.


Taken July 24, 2009.

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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Why I Watch Where I Walk


Taken July 23, 2009.

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Monday, August 3, 2009

Giddy Researches Alien Abductions

After an exhaustive evaluation of the data, she completely dismissed any possibility of plausibility.


Taken July 31, 2009.

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Sunday, August 2, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

Not a snowflake in sight.

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Queen-Anne’s Lace
by William Carlos Williams

Her body is not so white as
anemony petals nor so smooth—nor
so remote a thing. It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.
Here is no question of whiteness,
white as can be, with a purple mole
at the center of each flower.
Each flower is a hand’s span
of her whiteness. Wherever
his hand has lain there is
a tiny purple blemish. Each part
is a blossom under his touch
to which the fibres of her being
stem one by one, each to its end,
until the whole field is a
white desire, empty, a single stem,
a cluster, flower by flower,
a pious wish to whiteness gone over—
or nothing.