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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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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.

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Chills, chills come racing down my spine,
Like a storm on my skin.
With shaking hands, I'll guide your sweet soul into mine
Until I feel you within.

And I know, I know that it's all about understanding.
Am I hidden inside your beautiful soul as it's crying,
For love to conquer the day slowly dawning?
I want you to know you're the heart of my temple of thought...

[link] POTF
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It seems we stood and talked like this before.
We looked at each other in the same way then.
But I can't remember where or when.

The clothes you're wearing are the clothes you wore.
The smile you are smiling you were smiling then.
But I can't remember where or when...

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looking east...

[link] Jackson Browne & David Lindley
looking east
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make fine dreams.


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written the evening of;

an entire arm of the lake has pretty much dried up and I've been watching and trying to figure out how to shoot it. I say dry and it looks dry but this is land that has been underwater for decades. it's a bit muddy under the crust for quite a few feet. even with no clouds and the prospect of the light going high contrast rather quickly, I felt the need to get out and shoot. so I dawned my muck boots and went for my first attempt. much to my delight the night had been cold enough that the top was frozen solid. I boldly ventured forth marveling at the artifacts that were not so long ago covered by the waves. There was a duel set of tires and wheels from a semi... I imagine it was quite a sight the day they shot off the bridge at 50 mph. I thought to myself that this was going better than I thought it might as I passed the remains of of a catfish stripped of everything but the spine and head. so further and further I went... discoveries abound. the morning was a mild one, not a soul around and the warmth of the rising sun made it a most pleasant sojourn.

I found myself here and set the tripod up just inches from the ground, laid down and began shooting in earnest. I was pretty happy, shooting a few images here... crawling over and shooting a few there. the branches and ground are covered with frost glittering in the morning sun. right after this shot I'm wondering why the crack on the bottom left corner isn't there any more. I know that I hadn't bumped the camera. in quick succession I also wonder why my knees... then elbows... then chest feel suddenly cold.

I suppose sometimes I don't think things through... the flats were thawing and I had broken through the crust.

I push up to my knees, my front covered in half frozen mud. then my right knee promptly sucks down into the mud. at this stage it occurs to me it would be a good time to leave. I begin leaning back to break the suction. I grab my tripod and camera as my knees break loose and use it to help me stand. of course as I stand both of my feet go about a foot and a half deep into the mud. I balance on my tripod (thank you manfrotto!) and pull my right foot out... unfortunately it wasn't wearing a muck boot. so one foot buried, one foot in air and the rest of me leaning on the tripod I reach in and pull it out. For the next five minutes or so, this ballet of the absurd continues as I slowly work myself to an area still in the shade. there was much swearing involved in this process... but as I was standing on the hard crust I found myself grinning.

I suppose there's still a lot of eastern oklahoma left in me... 'cause that shit was fun.

now... I think I'll go put on some more mentholatum ointment. :peace:


I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed.
I've been havin' some hard travelin', way down the road.
I've been havin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'.
I've been havin' some hard travelin', lord.

I've been ridin' them fast rattlers, I thought you knowed
I've been ridin' them flat wheelers, way down the road
I've been ridin' them blind passengers, dead-enders, kickin' up cinders
I've been havin' some hard travelin', lord

I've been hittin' some hard-rock minin', I thought you knowed
I've been leanin' on a pressure drill, way down the road
Hammer flyin', air-hose suckin', six foot of mud and I shore been a muckin'
And I've been hittin' some hard travelin', lord

[link] woody guthrie
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You can ponder perpetual motion,
Fix your mind on a crystal day,
Always time for a good conversation,
There's an ear for what you say.

Come on the risin' wind,
We're goin' up around the bend.

Catch a ride to the end of the highway
And we'll meet by the big red tree,
There's a place up ahead and I'm goin'
Come along, come along with me.

Come on the risin' wind,
We're goin' up around the bend...

[link] CCR - up around the bend

Honey Creek Pass - Arbuckle Mountains, southern Oklahoma
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The cricket's cry and the locust's whirr,
And the note of a bird's distress,
With the rasping sound of the grasshopper,
Clung to the loneliness
Like burrs to a trailing dress.

So lonely, too, so more than sad,
So droning-lone with bees--
I wondered what more could Nature add
To the sum of its miseries . . .
And then--I saw the trees.

Skeletons gaunt that gnarled the place,
Twisted and torn they rose--
The tortured bones of a perished race
Of monsters no mortal knows,
They startled the mind's repose.

And a man stood there, as still as moss,
A lichen form that stared;
With an old blind hound that, at a loss,
Forever around him fared
With a snarling fang half bared.

I looked at the man; I saw him plain;
Like a dead weed, gray and wan,
Or a breath of dust. I looked again--
And man and dog were gone,
Like wisps of the graying dawn. . . .

Were they a part of the grim death there--
Ragweed, fennel, and rue?
Or forms of the mind, an old despair,
That there into semblance grew
Out of the grief I knew?

~Madison Cawein, "Wasteland"
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Tuesday my heart is brimming
I'm a child in the wild wind
Dead leaves and daylight dimming
No beginning and no end.

Inside a candle of defiance
Moonlight, A river of pearls
Cause we're gonna need more than money and science
To see us through this world.

For me, for you, for everyone
Forever is tomorrow is today...

[link] david gray

The Great Plains a century or so after the steel plow came calling.
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