Assortment

Then, There's This...

 

 

 

Looks like a helicopter, but it's really a candle blower-outer.

Doesn't get much better than dinner and a show!

 

 

 

'One More Times'

 

 

Six strings blur; sound waves echo from the inside out. His battered guitar sits on bent knee, his pick finds the strings, his expression wraps in the song inside; the song outside. A transfer of melody, the song that's part of him on purpose. 

A pause, then, and a run for scratch paper and dull pencil lead, guitar dragged along by the neck.

Onto paper he writes. Simple marks on white paper. No staff, no notes - whole, half, quarter, or otherwise.

Just lines.

Some high, some low. So he can remember his song. So he can hear what he hears. So he can see what he hears. So he can play what he hears. Again. For many 'one more times'.

 

And I blur.

And something echoes from the inside out. I hear it, too. Know it, too.

I'm battered, heart on bent knee, expression-wrapped with the story inside; the story outside. 

The pick finds the strings and on paper I write. Words. Simple marks on white paper, maybe not written the 'right' way, but surely written the right way. And I hear what I hear, this melody that's part of me on purpose. And I see what I hear. And I'll read what I hear,

For many 'one more times'.

 

 

 

Today, I Love...

 

 

 

Mud boot season!

Tell me, what are you loving today?