Infecting me with sadness...
I could use some sun.
31 July 2013
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
30 July 2013
Monday, July 29, 2013
29 July 2013
Talking with my friends,
None of whom are really here,
And sipping some wine.
None of whom are really here,
And sipping some wine.
29 July 2013
(A little reflection on the joys of instantaneous communication with people thousands of miles away.)
Saturday, July 27, 2013
27 July 2013
A strange sound outside--
Clustered under the porch light,
Fluttering of moths.
Clustered under the porch light,
Fluttering of moths.
27 July 2013
Friday, July 26, 2013
26 July 2013
The crabapple fruit,
Scattered across the front lawn,
Attracting huge bees.
Scattered across the front lawn,
Attracting huge bees.
26 July 2013
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
24 July 2013
Late night. A cool breeze.
Windows open. A week's heat
Gone. At last, I sleep.
Windows open. A week's heat
Gone. At last, I sleep.
24 July 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
23 July 2013
Lee Konitz once said:
"Christ said pray, and Bird said play."
Then there was music.
"Christ said pray, and Bird said play."
Then there was music.
23 July 2013
(Taken June 1999. The line from Konitz was on a Tribute to Charlie Parker album that my mother, for some incredibly obscure reason, had in the mid-1960s...but I think I was the only one who listened to it.)
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Friday, July 19, 2013
Thursday, July 18, 2013
18 July 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
17 July 2013
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
16 July 2013
An urban castle
Rises above busy streets...
Early evening.
Rises above busy streets...
Early evening.
16 July 2013
(That is, by the way, The Dakota.)
Monday, July 15, 2013
15 July 2013
Forty years ago...
My first job, making new friends...
One still in my thoughts.
My first job, making new friends...
One still in my thoughts.
15 July 2013
Sunday, July 14, 2013
14 July 2013
Walking on Broadway.
Music rises from a basement--
Piano, sax, drums, bass.
Music rises from a basement--
Piano, sax, drums, bass.
14 July 2013
(The sign outside Iridium, one of the many great jazz venues in NYC.)
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Friday, July 12, 2013
12 July 2013
Small waves in the pool
Distort lines on the bottom--
They shake, bend, and weave.
Distort lines on the bottom--
They shake, bend, and weave.
12 July 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
11 July 2013
One line of a song
Playing in my memory--
"Lay your burdens down..."
Playing in my memory--
"Lay your burdens down..."
11 July 2013
(Of course, I remembered the lyric incorrectly. It's from a song by Stephen Stills--"Find the Cost of Freedom," and the lyric is:
"Find the cost of freedom
Buried in the ground.
Mother Earth will swallow you.
Lay your body down."
And repeat as many times as you wish. I first heard the song in concert, when Still was with Manassas, and, as I recal, the song went about 15 minutes that night. Updated 12 July 2013.)
"Find the cost of freedom
Buried in the ground.
Mother Earth will swallow you.
Lay your body down."
And repeat as many times as you wish. I first heard the song in concert, when Still was with Manassas, and, as I recal, the song went about 15 minutes that night. Updated 12 July 2013.)
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Monday, July 8, 2013
Sunday, July 7, 2013
7 July 2013
A white clay ring and
A black clay dish, found today,
No longer hidden.
A black clay dish, found today,
No longer hidden.
7 July 2013
These two pieces are each about 1" in diameter. It's a small sculpture (which can be arranged in many ways) by the Japanese artist Shoichi Ida. I acquired it maybe 15 years ago from the Perimeter Gallery in Chicago, and it's been packed away for about 9 months as we sold one condo and moved everything to another...unpacking is taking a while...
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Friday, July 5, 2013
Thursday, July 4, 2013
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