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I'm floating down a river
Oars freed from their holds long ago...


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incubus - aqueous transmission
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Try to swim, keep your head up.
Kick your legs, never give up, boy.

You know the feeling when you're in too deep
And then you make it out the taste so sweet.

Sweet...


www.youtube.com/watch?v=RY7Oi6… DMB


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a predawn wade into lake thunderbird... a nice quiet morning.

as near as I can figure this is a tree top thrown into the lake by a tornado a few years back. as the lake level has dropped it's slowly emerging.
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Let's see colors that have never been seen.
Let's go to places no one else has been.

You're in my mind all of the time.
I know that's not enough.
Well if the sky can crack, there must be some way back
To love and only love.

Electrical Storm...


[link] U2 - electrical storm



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the storms were breaking near sunset. so I decide to make a quick run to the flats. I underestimated the slowness of the rains and was mostly sitting, watching it pour. As I was moving down the road trying to get to the edge of the storm, the rain stopped and I saw this in the rear view mirror. I jumped out and before I could even reach for my tripod the big drops started again. so I dialed up the iso and shot two images while cursing and then ran for cover... I kind of like this one.
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Rusted brandy in a diamond glass.
Everything is made from dreams.

Time is made from honey slow and sweet.
Only the fools know what it means.

Temptation, temptation, temptation
I can't resist...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=UO42FV… a smoking hot cover of tom waits' Temptation by diana krall.



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lake thunderbird before dawn... it was a gorgeous morning.
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did you ever just go... you know, pick a direction and just go and go and go until you can't go any more? I did this day. I faced west and followed the sun. when I caught up with it I found myself 100 or so miles deep into the open prairie of the Great Plains. with each mile traveled it becomes more evident that it is the land that rules here... the supercilious becomes the superfluous. the dialogue is one of the the wind, the sun, and the song of the cicada rather than one of words.

this was much welcome. there's been too many words of late and I suspect I've about run out.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=0E1bNm…

...and now I shall muster a few more and try and catch up on comments and deviations in my message center.

:peace:

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Follow, follow the sun
And which way the wind blows
When this day is done.

Breathe, breathe in the air
Set your intentions
Dream with care.

Tomorrow's a new day for everyone
A brand new moon and brand new sun.

So follow, follow the sun
The direction of the birds
The direction of love.

Breathe, breathe in the air
Cherish this moment
Cherish this breath.

Tomorrow's a new day day for everyone
A brand new moon, brand new sun.

When you feel life coming down on you like a heavy weight
When you feel this crazy society adding to the strain
Take a stroll to the nearest water's edge, remember your place.
Many moons have risen and fallen long, long before you came.

So which way is the wind blowing?
What does your heart say?

So follow, follow the sun
And which way the wind blows
When this day is done...
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I will bring you water.
You will bring me wine.
We will dance together
Until the end of time.

You will call me yours.
And I will call you mine.
We will dance forever.
Until the end of time.

Round and round the world goes round again...


[link] DMB
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There was a pause.

Then she smiled and the corners of her mouth drooped and an almost imperceptible sway brought her closer to him, looking up into his eyes.

A lump rose in Dexter's throat, and he waited breathless for the experiment, facing the unpredictable compound that would form mysteriously from the elements of their lips. Then he saw--she communicated her excitement to him, lavishly, deeply, with kisses that were not a promise but a fulfillment. They aroused in him not hunger demanding renewal but surfeit that would demand more surfeit . . . kisses that were like charity, creating want by holding back nothing at all.


― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Winter Dreams
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watch the weather change...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8STyz… tool




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Lake Altus and the Quartz Mountains, an oasis on the prairie... you can see on the mountains where the water level used to be. In fact, water used to come all the way up to where I was standing. with two years of exceptional drought it's 26 feet below normal with the conservation pool only at 18%

watch the weather change...


also from this sojourn

Follow The Sun by catch---22
Forever is Tomorrow is Today by catch---22
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Lonely cliffs and waterfalls,
If no one sees me, I'm not here at all.
You could be the one to liberate me from the sun.
So please, give the moon to me.

And so I thank you dearly
For letting me see clearly.
Open up, she said
Be you, be true...


[link] eddie vedder - you're true



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the last image to be harvested from this shooting of cascade falls... promise ;)

ouray, colorado. 38.025816,-107.664801
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I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.

Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.

I feel your eyes traveling, and the autumn is far off:
grey beret, voice of a bird, heart like a house
towards which my deep longings migrated
and my kisses fell, happy as embers.

Sky from a ship. Field from the hills:
Your memory is made of light, of smoke, of a still pond!
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Dry autumn leaves revolved in your soul.


~neruda
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