california to minneapolis
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Blog Archive
-
▼
2004
(92)
-
▼
November
(32)
- this is a little girl from my trip who begged me t...
- What Is In Your Underwear Drawer?
- I love this
- another photo...
- the look
- First Snow
- While Watching Russian Films
- another photo for Ivy
- california to minneapolis
- eternal
- i love rocks...
- Turkey Butt
- Olivia with her favorite butterfly
- Search Engine
- What's On Your Gravestone
- spirit tree
- Waves
- yep that says it all....
- Oh but such a brilliant man, Mr Bukowski
- Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful...
- Palm Beach
- good day
- One More Day And Counting
- Angels...
- table of contents
- wheeeeeee......
- Burnside Review
- pillar of bugs
- pissy as hell
- the view from outer space
- city of lights bookstore
- the flying flucks
-
▼
November
(32)
9 comments:
What a lovely picture! Looks so warm...
Actually in was taken in this community in New Mexico where you had to pay them five dollars to use your camera. I hate places like this and there were cement buildings all over the place and it was not that beautiful. But I was determined to get a good photo somewhere and it turned out the light was waiting for me…
Not only light, but a path... ;-) Neat!
Screw poetry! Christ, if I had this good an eye for taking photos, I'd ditch poetry lickety-split. Seriously, T, this photo of the ladder is damned good. I thought it was a painting at first---it looks almost O'Keefe-ish to me, as do the photos of the light between the buildings and the one of the stone in the sand. All 3 images are just sublime---but the ladder. Wow. This one really blows me away. (actually, I loved the one of the butterfly on your daughter's head too)
God, I wish I take a good picture. I'm seriously envious, T.
Laurel
and deprive the world of another over caffeinated, underpaid poet? Bite your tongue woman;)
oh and I will send you a copy for christmas if you'd like
Oh, please do! (send me a photo)
Meanwhile, I just realized that I didn't even post my comment under the photo I'm gaga over.
Ever write poems inspired by your photography? Seems like it'd be a lovely marriage of words and image.
lk
I am worried those kind of books end up in the bathroom. I am more of a dining room bookshelf kind of girl, T
ps. I will send you the ladder
But does anyone ever read all of those books stacked on the dining room (dining room???) shelves? Seems to me a helluva lot of reading gets done in the bathroom, T. (grin)
Shelves in your dining room, eh? You can admit it---your house is built from stacks and stacks of books, right? Kind of like that structure in...oh, hell...Iowa maybe?...that's made out of cobs of corn.
They should have a 12 step program for bibliophiles. I used to suffer from that sickness. Now, as with clothes, I pause before purchasing any book and ask myself: will I actually read it? My closet used to be stuffed to overflowing with clothes I'd never worn---some still had the tags on them.
I used to be a total clutter bug. Now, less is lovely.
If I wouldn't think to grab it if the whole place went up in flames--and honestly, the only things I would grab would be my cat and my poetry--I try not to keep it.
It probaly sounds weird as hell...but I've reached the point where I'm beginning to believe that owning "things" is meaningless.
Laurel
owning things is meaningless but buying things is not...lol
You know I dont read in my bathroom but yes there are books in my dining room and just think of all the poor writers you are putting on unemployment by thinking that way, plus bookcase makers, hell tree farmers, the list just goes on and on;)
Post a Comment