A bit of a ghost of the day before. Mostly photos, these days, since I tend to use my words in real life now.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
These stars wash over me so far away that I can barely breathe from where I lay.
And never have I been so far from home or the years I was cut from sand and rain.
I'm calling through the ebb and flow.
I'm calling whichever way it goes.
Desert rock and rosemary carry dry and bloodless on the breeze, make me new.
Blow into my face again, blow between the bones that shake and knock me through and through.
I've been away so long I lost you, my love, my song and sight.
You give me anything you want to.
I'm bound to keep you right.
My heart longs for too much and mine eyes have hardly seen enough to know its need.
And never does it stop or slow.
I press my ear against the ground to know the song it sings.
I'm calling, fear running through.
I'm calling.
What more can I do?
Tell me, what more can I do?
I've been away so long I lost you, my love, my song and sight.
You give me anything you want to.
I'm bound to keep you right.
You give me anything you want to.
I'm bound to keep you right.
Oh, to keep you right.
Oh, to keep you right.
Oh, to keep you right.
Blind Pilot Keep You Right
And never have I been so far from home or the years I was cut from sand and rain.
I'm calling through the ebb and flow.
I'm calling whichever way it goes.
Desert rock and rosemary carry dry and bloodless on the breeze, make me new.
Blow into my face again, blow between the bones that shake and knock me through and through.
I've been away so long I lost you, my love, my song and sight.
You give me anything you want to.
I'm bound to keep you right.
My heart longs for too much and mine eyes have hardly seen enough to know its need.
And never does it stop or slow.
I press my ear against the ground to know the song it sings.
I'm calling, fear running through.
I'm calling.
What more can I do?
Tell me, what more can I do?
I've been away so long I lost you, my love, my song and sight.
You give me anything you want to.
I'm bound to keep you right.
You give me anything you want to.
I'm bound to keep you right.
Oh, to keep you right.
Oh, to keep you right.
Oh, to keep you right.
Blind Pilot Keep You Right
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Monday, July 09, 2012
7.7-8.2012
Don't even try to say your city is more beautiful than mine. Lovely, lovely. Mine.
Ondine is not fond of thunderstorms, so we have to wrap her up in a blanket until they are over. She stayed wrapped up like this until 5 am this morning.
7.6.2012; or Gabe is 24! or We Are Tourists!
We took our Aunt to see Opryland Hotel and to eat at Chuy's
When we got home, Gabe and I drew pictures and listened to records and planned out our near future as artists.
Monday, July 02, 2012
All I can really think about right now is how good life is. Really, really good. Really sweet. And sometimes terrible. But sweet.
6.25-7.1.2012; a good week
Worked on some ideas.
Passed this lovely place.
Snuggled with my newly nine-year-old nephew.
Ate lunch with my niece.
Played with my doggie wogg.
Watched Nacho with Tanya.
Ondine helped me get the new sunflowers planted.
Got some new friends.
So lovely.
Saw Moonrise Kingdom with my friends and then ate at Provence.
Got 148 year old books in the mail.
Passed this fine establishment "Edna's Personal Touch"
A run away banana at 'The Wild Cow'
Tanya took me out for Vegan food! YUM
And artisan ice cream. I got whiskey pecan and black currant. Tanya got coffee and lavender.
My city got all melty at 112 degrees this week.
Ondine stayed inside.
So did the new buddies.
Made these cookies for the 4th.
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