shadow and light

hibernation

the children, they know

The first poetry i ever remember reading is from Shel Silverstein's book "Where the Sidewalk Ends". I loved the silly poetry and the amazing illustrations. I remember connecting specifically with the poem of the same name as the book. Something about it made me think of dusk and playing in the alley of my block. It was a small town alley, a rutted dirt road behind all of the houses with gravel here and there and lots of great puddles. It was overgrown with weeds and most of the houses were separated by fences. But those fences had holes, and created secret passageways. The alley was filled with mysteries, secrets, witches, flowers, fairies and bugs!  The poem made me feel as though, as a child, I knew of things adults could never know. I was privy to a secret world that grown ups didn't care to see. I had gone to where the sidewalk ends, and kept going to see what adventures lie ahead. 

Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein

p.s. G and Suz- remember how terrible the sidewalks on our block were growing up? Trying to roller skate and somehow make it over all the cracks, roller walking over the brick "sidewalk". Is it still like that? Or do jerod and kj just avoid the Garrison's corner like we did? 

lola

i met this dog on friday night really clenching my love for boston terriers. lola is terrified of most everything. but she has a blankie. and if you ask her where her blankie is she will run straight over to her tattered little pink (!) blanket, grab it with her teeth and then jump on your lap with it and chew on it. dear heavens. now i want a boston terrier! and she kind of looks like a bat-cow!!!

finally finally finally

my new camera finally arrived. And although it is not anything fancy, ANYTHING is an upgrade from my iphone camera. Having to wait for the camera app to open, waiting for the shutter to open...having no control whatsoever...okay I admit it, i kind of enjoyed the iphone camera and it certainly hasn't been put on the shelf. BUT I now have a digital camera that has a flash. gasp.
So here is one of my first images taken with the lumix. I bought a stamp today at a yardsale that says "Let your light so shine before men" I think it might be a biblical reference, not sure though. It is a beautiful statement and since i am still completely immature, I pressed the image onto my arm... oh and yes that is a firetruck on my bracelet. I got it at the yardsale too.

signed sealed delivered

So i haven't really taken many pictures lately. Not sure if it because i am too busy to look around, or too preoccupied in the visions in my head. But, a friend sent me a link to her flickr account and she seems to have the same love for text and sunspots as i do. So i am going to share her viewpoint today. 

ps i am feeling much better. the visions in my head are not from a fever (I can read your mind Grant! You too Susan!)

pps petty is sleeping again. 

ppppppsssssssssssss brucelee still doesn't care.

The photographer's name is Allyson. She lives in New York. I don't feel comfortable giving out her flickr, she might think it's weird. 

vote for petty

I have the flu. and presidential debates make me uncomfortable. why are john mccain's eyes always dilated? it freaks me out.
also petty is not a very good nurse.