Day 364 – Last Call

Last Call

Day 364

Sitting by a Bush in Broad Sunlight by Robert Frost

When I spread out my hand here today,
I catch no more than a ray
To feel of between thumb and fingers;
No lasting effect of it lingers.

There was one time and only the one
When dust really took in the sun;
And from that one intake of fire
All creatures still warmly suspire.

And if men have watched a long time
And never seen sun-smitten slime
Again come to life and crawl off,
We not be too ready to scoff.

God once declared he was true
And then took the veil and withdrew,
And remember how final a hush
Then descended of old on the bush.

God once spoke to people by name.
The sun once imparted its flame.
One impulse persists as our breath;
The other persists as our faith.

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Second to the last day, posted on the same day as the final shot.  The anticipation is KILLING me!!
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Fuzzy Logic

Day 348 – Thursday, Not so Late

Thursday, Not so Late

Day 348

Thursday by Edna St. Vincent Millay

AND if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday­
So much is true.

And why you come complaining
Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday,­ yes ­but what
Is that to me?

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My boss was standing next to me as I shot this photo, and he could not, for the life of him, figure out why in the world I was shooting it this way.
“It’s all about the bokeh, baby!”

Day 295 – Purple and Bokeh

Purple and Bokeh

Day 295 –

The Violet by Jane Taylor

Down in a green and shady bed,
A modest violet grew;
Its stalk was bent, it hung its head
As if to hide from view.
And yet it was a lovely flower,
Its colour bright and fair;
It might have graced a rosy bower,
Instead of hiding there.

Yet thus it was content to bloom,
In modest tints arrayed;
And there diffused a sweet perfume,
Within the silent shade.

Then let me to the valley go
This pretty flower to see;
That I may also learn to grow
In sweet humility.

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Some consider them a pest, a weed.  I like the carpet of velvety purple in my yard, the delicate, easily crushed flowers.  I have white and purple violets that look like miniature pansies, all over my yard and it reeks of Spring.  The daffodils and narcissus are starting to bloom and my hyacinths are little green buds ready to burst. The robins are bouncing all over the yard and out in the rural areas the red-winged black birds are perching on the tall dry weeds.
This early Spring is good for my peace of mind.

Day 216 – The Endless Loop.

The Endless Loop.

Day 216

Pretty Paper by Willie Nelson

Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write I love you
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Crowded street, busy feet, hustle by him
Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh
There he sits all alone on the sidewalk
Hoping that you won’t pass him by
Should you stop? Better not, much too busy
You’re in a hurry, my how time does fly
In the distance the ringing of laughter
And in the midst of the laughter he cries
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Wrap your presents to your darling from you
Pretty pencils to write I love you
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue

 I knew, right after taking this photo, that these were the words that would go with it.  And they have been looping around in my mind in the days since I snapped that shutter.  I feel kind of fortunate with this particular loop because normally it is one of those “other” songs that careens around in my head; you know the ones – the ones you despise so much that you can’t even love to hate them.  For me, the song track is started with Cher’s “Believe,” followed by The Black Eyed Peas “My Humps.”  During a lot of the Christmas season it was concluded with “Happy Birthday, Jesus,” by the Saccharine Child Singers- I feel a strange guilt for really HATING that song, but it sets my teeth on edge and once heard, it is like a bad guest and it doesn’t go home for hours.

Yes, I think I am pretty well satisfied to have the sweet sound of Roy Orbison and of Willie Nelson on a loop in my mind.  It makes for a nice soundtrack for the day.  Which leads me to wonder what I would CHOOSE to use for a soundtrack for my day.  What song would play as the alarm clock blares at 6:30 am, as I start my car and back out of the driveway, as I sit at red lights and as I used my key fob to open the metal door that opens into the library.  What one would herald the entrance of ‘the boss’ and what would accompany the sound of books being checked in, as I walk in the door at the end of the work day, as I greet my hot husband, as I head off to bed for the night.

I do know what I would WANT as the soundtrack for my day; the ones looping through as I go through my day:

Beautiful Things – Gungor

Decollage – Les Balayeurs Du Desent

Ray of Light – Madonna

Down Home Girl – Old Crow Medicine Show

What a Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong

Last Orders – Richard Hawley

Anuna – Suantrai

Whisper – Morphine

I am afraid that Believe, My Humps and Happy Birthday, Jesus are probably too pushy to let that happen….  And now I wonder, what would you choose as your soundtrack for the day, be it one song, or an album full of songs?

Day 192 – Where Are Those Electric Socks When I Need Them?

Soft Focus is an Understatement.

Day 192

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind by William Shakespeare

Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As a friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship if feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
It is a most wintery night here in lower Michigan – we are under winter storm warnings, the wind is blowing, the snow is falling madly and it is thundering and lightning outside.  The branches on the sugar maple in my front yard are thick with snow and look like white elephant trunks swaying back and forth in the wind.  I am sure that God is fielding a lot of prayers tonight, from drivers trying to make it home to the kids hoping to sleep in tomorrow.  Ahhhh….  The lights are dimming so I must bid you all adieu!

The view outside 2 hours ago.....

The view outside 3 hours ago...