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[10 Jul 2009|09:13pm] |
Well, I have kept myself busy over the last few weeks. A few road trips (planned and unplanned), vacation, family visits, house guests, finishing a good book and starting another. I am trying to get things back in all their places.
I have loads of photos to share. We headed to the beach, spending time with Sean's sister and family and also with his parents, who took their newest addition (a gigantic RV) to a campground close by. Each day was somewhere new to go, which was helpful in keeping us busy bees.
We headed to the Aquarium where we saw and touched many beautiful things. My favorite may have been the predators tank, which just seems so unreal to see up close. Without exaggeration, a particular shark seemed quite entranced with coming up right in front of me and starring at me through the inches-thick window . . .
We traveled through and then walked the nature walk to the other building. Bridges, trees, nature games (find this, find that) and lots of water. In between, we got tickets to the 3-D movie about Dolphins and Whales at the IMAX Theater. Imagine a gigantic killer whale swimming out to almost touch you. It was lovely.
( Last chance jewelry )
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| Ghost World |
[08 Jul 2009|01:09pm] |
Ghost World. 10" x 13" colored pencil, ink, and acrylic paint on paper.
This is the first in a series of drawings I'm doing based on characters I love from different films, television shows, or anything really.
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| The Waltz | Lord Byron |
[10 Jul 2009|06:44pm] |
THE WALTZ: An Apostrophic Hymn
"Qualis in Eurotae ripis, aut per luga Cynthi,
Exercet Diana choros."
VIRGIL
"Such on Eurota's banks, or Cynthia's height,
Diana seems: and so she charms the sight,
When in the dance the graceful goddess leads
The quire of nymphs, and overtops their heads."
DRYDEN'S VIRGIL.
( The Waltz )
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| Phosphorescence. |
[09 Jul 2009|12:15pm] |
There was a yellow boom box and “The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill” was playing through it’s speakers. Someone was carrying it as they ran -probably Max - and the album skipped with every step as it hit their leg. We kept grabbing out into the darkness, feeling for the huckleberry branches to guide our way. I was bare foot and kept stepping on those tiny thistles that even in the daylight would always grab hold of my skin. I didn’t want to be left alone in the dark, so I ignored the pain and kept running along the trail, smacking into plantlife with every step.
Up ahead on the beach, there was laughter. Beer cans were being opened, cocktails were dancing from hand to hand and the adults were caught up in a rendition of some song from years past. In the distance, the dull hum of ATV’s at Sand Lake could be heard and somewhere across the inlet, a steady stream of fireworks were flying into the air in honor of the holiday. It was then we noticed it: the water was glowing.
We stood against the edge of the Pacific in awe. It appeared as if someone had taken every bottle of glitter that existed in the world and dumped all of it at our feet. Lauryn Hill was forgotten, as was the discomfort in my feet. With every wave break came the blue and green glistening of the water and with every step and stomp we made, the sand shimmered. We waded into the ocean that night, watching fireworks burst overhead as we splashed to make our own in the water. I have experienced over ten 4th of July’s since that one, but it is still, and probably always will burn - or should I saw glitter - the brightest.
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