Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

If anything, age seems to have allowed me to experience these things as they are, for themselves, and not as personal victories. It's taken ego out of the payback, replaced it with a sense of belonging. That perspective seems to make the End a little less scary, a little more - natural. I've also go...

some days are just like this

yeah, finding that cliff again was kind of a "last hurrah" moment. I've been aware more than ever of my mortality lately - Jesus, I'm closer to 80 than I am to 70. Some of my old journals date back to my laser lab days, sprinkled with casual references to single-harmonic generators, scanning galvos,...

is that you in the photo?

1thanks - the euphoria of finding & standing at that place again lasted the rest of the day. Hope you get to reunite with the Gunpowder once this winter finally quits. (I can hear the Millers calling....)

many years ago still at the cusp of "middle age" I followed a compass course to a spot I'd seen on a map - a local topographic curiosity well-known hereabouts only to moose and bear - and I've thought of that place often... so yesterday I returned an unplanned excursion this time steering by the sun...

I walk to lose myself if only for a while... to step back from the glitter - the flashing lights, the fanfares, the self-promotion of those telling us what to feel and what to believe posturing like so many children playing Pretend: I'm a fireman! I'm a teacher! I'm a rock star! an influencer! a big...

Oh! Yeah, I remember those - even took part in a few. They were fun - nice to have a place we can all play together.

not sure i know what this is
Word Jam
don't we already have s forum (Go!) dedicated to them?
if it's another way to encourage participation, I can't see why not

no - but something within
instinctively knows
the perfect melody to accompany a walk

the music plays - schuman's 8th symphony dark, yearning, a heart in crisis - so unlike the sunlight pouring in through the windows - splashing off the kitchen counter painting oblongs on my bedroom wall - snow fell last night only a dusting just enough to paint my car white and hide the mud from vie...

upstate
4 to 8 comin' -
here, mostly rain

there's just something pure & honest about an animal's affection...

winter stirs
like a dying beast
lashing out

I like the unexpected dash of subtle color in #1 - draws your eye to it immediately