But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the yearAnd now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegsFrom the brim to the dregs, and it poured sweet and clearIt was a very good year.... For the record, I dig Della Reese's version that eeked into the Billboard … Continue reading It Was A Very Good Year
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IS That All There IS…
I feel like I've already done everything: I've lived on my own. For the second time I own the car I've always wanted. I've traveled and seen some very breathtakingly, heartbreakingly beautiful parts of the world that are viable to see within the limits I find myself in society. I've eaten some delicious food. I've … Continue reading IS That All There IS…
Strike
I hope, honestly, as life changes, and there's evidence of such, I'm not hurting anyone's feelings. The truth is, movement in any direction prompts a shift out of comfort. I am. There's the reality that I'm saying I'm giving up on a place, full of people that wince with understanding of the intersecting reasons why. … Continue reading Strike
This Bitter Earth
We were ambling down some country road in and around Elverson in Joey's RAV4. The conversation burbled and bumbled in directions only two Geminis in their 40's could do. The bucolic stillness of Chester County, Pennsylvania distracting me as we whizzed by. While my mind drifted into the landscape as we drove to go get … Continue reading This Bitter Earth
Concrete & Clay
Maybe I should have stopped by that spot for a tarot reading, but I already know what my own deck has told me.
Beach Bummed
I hadn’t gone to the beach in forever. Honestly, I think Baker in particular, I hadn’t been to since November of 2023. It’s a long haul, perhaps foolishly I’m still waiting out the perfect Corvair instead of choosing the boredom of another ordinary modern car. I only want to drive these days for special occasions … Continue reading Beach Bummed
1,000 or more words about pictures
Are you a professional photographer? Someone asked me “No” Billy said. I took it immediately personal. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I did. We were sitting at the same table, a mere hour after I had blasted through a roll of Portra 800 because he asked me to shoot some ‘cute’ pictures at his performance … Continue reading 1,000 or more words about pictures