Saturday, January 2, 2010

Sunday Poetry Post

Everyday is just once in a ...

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Blue Moon
Richard Rogers & Lorenz Hart

Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a love of my own,
Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
Someone I could care for,

And then there suddenly appeared before me,
Someone my arms could really hold,
I heard you whisper "Darling please adore me,"
And when I looked to the moon it had turned to gold,

Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a love of my own.

And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked the Moon had turned to gold

Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Not Quite Still Life


Taken December 21, 2009.

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Friday, January 1, 2010

All Partied Out?

The Pack never has any problems -- must be the easy access to a little hair of the dog.

Happy New Year!


Taken December 21, 2009.

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Thursday, December 31, 2009

From One Eve to the Next

Happy New Year's Eve


Taken December 24, 2009.

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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Spiral Permanent


Taken December 21, 2009.

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Tuesday, December 29, 2009

From the Annals of Weird Water: Frozen Edition


Taken December 11, 2009.


Taken December 18, 2009

Taken December 17, 2009.
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Monday, December 28, 2009

Ah, Youth!

So irritating.

Both pictures taken December 22, 2009
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Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

Wishing you the best in the new year.
(Photos by Andi and me.)

Auld Lang Syne
by Robert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS