Sunday, June 25, 2006

'I was there, some time before yesterday, and everything was as sudden as it was real.' Posted by Picasa

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'Remembered, time.' Posted by Picasa

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'As viewed from an oblique angle - arches and light - all the world I see.' Posted by Picasa

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'A window, somewhere else; bright and wavey glass, reflecting another sky.' Posted by Picasa

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Friday, June 23, 2006

'There is no deliverance. There is no paradise to be. But oh, you ring the Springtime beauty in my ears...' Posted by Picasa

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'Someone's idea of mirth - a torn awning, some broken letters in the midday sun.' Posted by Picasa

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'I sensed the recognition. I had been past here before - some older day, another era. Everything seemed lifeless now, and tired and gone.' Posted by Picasa

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Friday, June 16, 2006

'Whatever it had been that was said, it all went beyond mere meaning. Insisting on something, others simply swore they'd heard this or heard that - even though much of what was said bore no realtionship to that which had been heard...' Posted by Picasa

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Wednesday, June 14, 2006

'Ah! O Henry Place it was too - I can still hear the scratching of the pen to the paper.' Posted by Picasa

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'Hey! Washington Irving lived here....back when the street was but a trickle of the street, for sure.' Posted by Picasa

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Saturday, June 03, 2006

'Two by two, like logic AND reason entwined...' Posted by Picasa

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'The mysteries of the Good Ship Armeggedon, always set to sail.' Posted by Picasa

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'Inexorably yours' for whichever reason the dog may say.' Posted by Picasa

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'I lost the key - on 60th Street I lost the key, near where the concrete stairways be...' Posted by Picasa

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'Severe pilings 'midst the concrete columns - the most rigid thinking one could find, from the axis of another age.' Posted by Picasa

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Friday, June 02, 2006

'In the season of fog, the time of the rainy mountain mist, what came down to us, besides the moisture and rain, was the wonder of so many things from long, long ago - like marks on a page of some distant memorial book. We sensed what we knew, but we never were sure.' Posted by Picasa

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