Monday, July 12, 2010
on the grounds of the Caverns of Sonora
very early in the morning - the day after the previous digital post
from digital recording while driving through Texas
September 2[?], 2009
I am in Comfort, Texas. Just the name of it pulled me off the highway,
because I need some comfort right now - ya know... I get these thoughts
about Mom, little things she said, looks she had...and my heart cries
out...
I stopped in Comfort, Tx at the Dollar General Store, bought myself a
book to read, two birthday cards for Kelly...some shampoo and a bottle
of orange juice.
Yey Comfort! I'm in the Comfort Zone! Gawd its such a small town...I
could spit and I'd be through it.
Based on what I've seen traveling west away from San Antonio there's
going to be one hellava sunset tonight and I get to see it. The land...its
not even that spectacular yet and its still blowing me away.
I have to remember, right now, this moment...it's 6:16 in the evening, the
sun is beginning to make its way down, the clouds are magnificent...the
scenery is rolling and rocky and green and grey and I want to remember
just how happy I am right now. It may not be that way tomorrow, but
right now...its pretty good.
On the frontage of Sonora, headed toward...somewhere, fill in the blank,
oh my god, the sun is BEAUTIFUL tonight! Its what I love about Texas,
its what I'm going to love about everywhere else I'll go in the west, in the
southwest...-
I'm still moving, still going, I'm taking photos, enjoying the view, the
frontage road, love that I'm not on I-10...oh, what's that? Halliburton?
Didn't know they had facilities here...I'm headed toward the Caverns of
Sonora...I'm the only one on this road...
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Leaves of Passiflora
The Passion Flower vines its way, bowering my balcony porch with delicious shade and morning comfort.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Merwin on Berryman
"I had hardly begun to read
I asked how can you ever be sure
that what you write is really
any good at all and he said you can't
you can't you can never be sure
you die without knowing
whether anything you wrote was any good
if you have to be sure don't write"
--excerpt from "Berryman" by W.S. Merwin
I asked how can you ever be sure
that what you write is really
any good at all and he said you can't
you can't you can never be sure
you die without knowing
whether anything you wrote was any good
if you have to be sure don't write"
--excerpt from "Berryman" by W.S. Merwin
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Reliving Ruthie's Death, but Differently
Ruthie died with dignity.
That action was the last and greatest gift she gave me in this world.
That dignity: complete lack of fear. She passed the beauty of that on to me.
She slipped very quickly.
We raced to complete our wordless conversation.
Her look, her hands' steady gentle-tight grip. (one I know I gave her, as a babe)
The single tear of goodbye as she slipped away.
Wick, Highland - 1991
I arrived late in the evening. Too late make arrangements for a place to stay.
[I was used to this; I'd relaxed the night before in a glass shelter on the platform at Perth Station, having just missed the last train, until the station master came to me offering tea and a seat in the train I would be going out on the next morning. I slept like a babe. First class.]
There was a pub nearby. Good. Enjoyed a beer and conversation with a German traveler.
I slept that night in a phone booth.
The next morning...
I wandered around, found a traveler's center where I was connected with a local resident who rented her extra bedrooms to tourists...
[I was used to this; I'd relaxed the night before in a glass shelter on the platform at Perth Station, having just missed the last train, until the station master came to me offering tea and a seat in the train I would be going out on the next morning. I slept like a babe. First class.]
There was a pub nearby. Good. Enjoyed a beer and conversation with a German traveler.
I slept that night in a phone booth.
The next morning...
I wandered around, found a traveler's center where I was connected with a local resident who rented her extra bedrooms to tourists...
Monday, July 5, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Key West schlogs along
Key West is beginning to and will continue to prosper in the midst of the oil spill insanity - well, unless a hurricane comes along and blows us into the sea - but I digress (oh how life can change in an instant)...at the hotel I'm getting calls from people who HAD vacation plans on the Gulf Coast but have diverted to us because their own spots have been ruined. Yes Yes we've dodged a bullet. Oh hell Yes.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Arterial Memorabilia
My eight gig memory card is full, has been full for awhile. I've been paring the contents mega by mega byte, all the while adding to it. I'll have to get a new card eventually, but not until I have it full of what I want [moon fill my bag]. Here's to external memory - what I'd do without it I do not know. Here's to the art of editing. Cut is crucial to the vine.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
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