Not knowing right from wrong; always searching for some sense–finding no-thing no-sense. Strained with pain–things unsaid; tongue twisted tainted distress. Vast Voiceless void of being–world of words whirling within–seeing. Spewing forth my voice; exalting resounding feeling. ~Voiceless in America
Tags: Everglades City, Florida, mary shelley, Nature, Photography, quotes
Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves. ~Ovid
Tags: Alligator, Dr. Seuss, Everglades, Photography
Step with care and great tact ,and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. ~Dr. Seuss
Bidding you a good night…The White Rabbit
“The 22nd of loneliness and we’ve
Been through so many thangs”
“The drinks flow
That big wheel spins, the hair thins
Forget they’re hiding
The news slows
The shares crash, hopes are dashed
Forget they’re hiding.”
“Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you”
Good evening! For those of you who have been following me for a while, mom is still hanging on–but now, by a thread. It’s been almost a year since the diagnosis of her terminal illness–quite an experience. Ironic in that the experience brought dad, mom and me together in a way that had not been since my childhood. Only now, mom is the child–depending on dad and me for all her needs. Her strength is amazing. May God Bless You MOM! Thank you for all of those who have continued prayers. For you newcomers, welcome. I’m slowly returning to my normal routine and should be out and about photographing people, places and things soon–posting will resume as in the past. Thank you again for being there. Now, let’s share a few tunes before the night is through–some of my all time favorites just for you. Blessed be…The White Rabbit
“Let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now.”
Tags: big cypress, Edward Abbey, Everglades, Florida, Photography, quotes
Each time I post this quote, it touches one of my reader’s heart. “I needed to read that.” ~ The usual response. Here’s for anyone who needs closure…It’s time to move forward and begin anew. No more living in the fog.
“Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.” ~Dr. Seuss
Thus, historically viewed, it has been the office of art to educate the perception of beauty. We are immersed in beauty, but our e … yes have no clear vision.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Nature always wears the colors of the Spirit.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Close the door, put out the light.
It is the summer of my smiles – flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain’t so hard to recognize – These things are clear to all from
time to time.
Tags: led zep, led zeppelin, Music
For many hours and days that pass ever soon
the tides have caused the flame to dim
At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom
Is this to end or just begin?
Tags: led zep, led zepplin, Music
In the evening, When the day is done
Tags: led zep, led zepplin, Music
I don’t have to go by plane
I ain’t gotta go by car
I don’t care just where my darling is
People I just don’t care how far
Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
You’re so far, I just can’t see…You’re so far away from me.”
…when I found you
“All will be reveeeeeeeealed!”
It’s been a while. Those who know me understand the why of my absence–mom is slowly transcending. That’s what I call it. Every now and then, I get some free time and return to peruse through some of my favorite blogs. If possible, I post. Tonight, for old time’s sake and as a tribute to what used to be my Sunday Night Tunes, it’s my pleasure to share what I’m listening to while surfing blogs. Join me…so hope you do. Warm wishes…the White Rabbit.
It’s so easy to blow up your problems
It’s so easy to play up your breakdown
It’s so easy to fly through a window
It’s so easy to fool with the sound
Be mine tonight,
We’ll travel through all our memories,
In our own little space in time,
You’ve always been mine…
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,000 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.
Tags: certain slant of light, Chaos theory, Emily Dickinson, Photography, poetry
Emily Dickinson, a 19th Century American Poet, once wrote about winter afternoons like these. Afternoons where the light shined upon the earth in a quite particular way, provoking a sort of calm but at the same time dispirited mode within one’s being. The poem’s name was Certain Slant of Light. This particular poem caught my attention because the words read as though I wrote them. I had felt that slant of light on winter afternoons. When I took this picture, I could have sat down and written these words at that very moment cause that’s how I felt too. I understood this misunderstood poem lamenting what could be and how, at times, the Universe gives us an angle, a fractal time-like state where light shines upon reality. Go figure. Many interpretations exist; regardless, the poem is genius. Dickinson was a poet ahead of her time, leaving the world with so many thought-provoking moments of her life. This picture represents one of those moments that although captivating…
…There’s a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight
Of cathedral tunes.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But internal difference
Where the meanings are.
None may teach it anything,
‘Tis the seal, despair,-
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the air.
When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath;
When it goes, ‘t is like the distance
On the look of death.
~Emily Dickinson, Certain Slant of Light
Tags: Doral, Florida, Holidays, the first day of winter, winter, winter solstice
5:30 p.m. December 21, 2014, Doral, Florida. It is the first day of winter; it looks like this in my part of the world. Mesmerizing skies. Lost in them I find tremendous comfort and peace.
Mom continues to battle the illness that has taken away quality of life. Dad and I, by her side, battling also. We are thankful, however, each day we wake up and have another day to enjoy her company–another day for hugs, kisses and tears. Dad and I cherish these days more than anything.
I’d like to wish all of you a blessed winter season.
~The White Rabbit
No beginning and no end…just a continuation of geometric patterns, enchanting the visual senses.
Nobody knows what I’m feeling inside
I find it so stupid
So why should I hide
I’m going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I’d be
That’s it for tonight. Find yourself that special person and go love tonight! Blessed be…the White Rabbit.
They said I was a loser
They said that I’ve been untrue
But I don’t care what the others say
Babe, I’m gonna be with you
If you don’t have a song
To sing you’re okay
You know how to get along
If you don’t have a date
Go out and sit on the lawn
And do nothing
‘Cause it’s just what you must do
Nobody does it anymore
No I don’t believe in the wasting of time,
But I don’t believe that I’m wasting mine
If you don’t have a point to make
Don’t sweat it
You’ll make a sharp one being so kind
And I’d sure appreciate it
Everyone else’s goal’s to get big headed
Why should I follow that beat being that I’m
Better than fine
Dusty words lying under carpets
Seldom heard well must you keep your secrets
Locked inside hidden safe from view
Well, is it all that hard
Is it all that tough
Well, I’ve shown you all my cards now isn’t that enough
You can hide your hurt
But, there’s something you can do
I BEEN WALKIN’ THE STREETS AT NIGHT
JUST TRYIN’ TO GET IT RIGHT
I am sitting
In the morning
At the diner
On the corner
I am waiting
At the counter
For the man
To pour the coffee
And he fills it
I even argue
He is looking
Out the window
“It is always
Nice to see you”
Says the man
Behind the counter
To the woman
Who has come in
She is shaking
And I look
The other way
As they are kissing
Not to see them
I pour the milk
Up the paper
There’s a story
Of an actor
Who had died
While he was drinking
It was no one
I had heard of
And I’m turning
To the horoscope
For the funnies
When I’m feeling
Someone watching me
I raise my head
There’s a woman
On the outside
Does she see me?
No she does not
Really see me
Cause she sees
Her own reflection
And I’m trying
Not to notice
That she’s hitching
Up her skirt
And while she’s
Straightening her stockings
Has gotten wet
Oh, this rain
It will continue
Through the morning
As I’m listening
To the bells
Of the cathedral
I am thinking
Of your voice…
And of the midnight picnic
Once upon a time
Before the rain began…
I finish up my coffee
It’s time to catch the train