I'm probably the only one who likes these weirdly framed pictures. But I do. They speak to the randomness of vision and of life.
Ha! That's the sort of nonsense you hear about photographic art. There is always "The Artist's Statement" where the photographer needs to tell what he or she is trying to do.
Still. . . the randomness of things.
I'll grow tired of black and white in a post or two, I'm pretty sure.
Random thoughts. That's all I can muster, all that I have. I'm as mundane as a Paul Simon lyric, like the sound of a train in the distance. A good day is a day without pain. A bad day is when I lie in bed and think about what might have been.
Etc.
ReplyDeleteListening to these guys this morning. With just coffee. :) .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFGs7HP15d4
When my body won't hold me anymore
And it finally lets me free
Will I be ready?
When my feet won't walk another mile
And my lips give their last kiss goodbye
Will my hands be steady?
When I lay down my fears
My hopes and my doubts
The rings on my fingers
And the keys to my house
With no hard feelings
When the sun hangs low in the west
And the light in my chest
Won't be kept held at bay any longer
When the jealousy fades away
And it's ash and dust for cash and lust
And it's just hallelujah
And love in thoughts and love in the words
Love in the songs they sing in the church
And no hard feelings
Lord knows they haven't done
Much good for anyone
Kept me afraid and cold
With so much to have and hold
Mmh
When my body won't hold me anymore
And it finally lets me free
Where will I go?
Will the trade winds take me south
Through Georgia grain or tropical rain
Or snow from the heavens?
Will I join with the ocean blue
Or run into the savior true
And shake hands laughing
And walk through the night
Straight to the light
Holding the love I've known in my life
And no hard feelings
Lord knows they haven't done
Much good for anyone
Kept me afraid and cold
With so much to have and hold
Under the curving sky
I'm finally learning why
It matters for me and you
To say it and mean it too
For life and its loveliness
And all of its ugliness
Good as it's been to me
I have no enemies
I have no enemies
I have no enemies
I have no enemies