the carolers’ song

tugs at my soul recalling

a christmas day past

i urge you to watch this video.

 

fall project, image #01

news:
my self-published book remembrances of things present
was picked for the photobooks!!!2011 exhibition at the
davis|orton|gallery in hudson, ny. i was also selected a “best in show”
artist so in addition to the book i will have 4 prints in the exhibit.

the show runs from Nov 18 through Dec 18 with an opening reception
on sat, nov 19 from 6pm till 8pm.

shoes wet with brown mud
evening unfolds before me—
each moment its own

standing at the threshold of a longtime dream,
all the fears and apprehensions that have been
silently wandering around in my head suddenly
decide that now would be a great time to begin
screaming out as loud as possible. the politics
of fear resides in our own heads.

mixing chemistry
late into the night portends
a day of magic

all people know the same truth. our lives
consist of how we choose to distort it.
woody allen

the stacks of dishes
in the sink are beginning
to prey on my mind

two small red squirrels
timidly depart their nest
along a new path

windchimes sing softly
in the fading summer breeze
chilly night ahead

summer slips away-
insects and frogs singing out
their final chorus

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
What is essential is invisible to the eye.”
-Antoine St Exupery, The Little Prince

It’s normal to pursue passions and outcomes, but
just not to become overly attached to those outcomes.
Being happy regardless of the outcome. A great story
is the Zen master and his student walking by a river. A
prostitute was there and needed to be carried over
the river. The Zen master picked her up and carried
her across the river and then put her down. Then the
master and student kept walking. A few hours later the
student was so agitated he finally had to ask, “Master,
how could you touch and help that prostitute! That’s
against what we believe in!” And the Master said, “I
left her by the river. Why are you still carrying her?”

raindrops tap lightly
on leaves above my hammock
lulling me to sleep