Apr
15
2009
0

Holes

time, all the long red lines
that take control
of all the smokelike streams
that flow into your dreams
that big blue open sea
that can’t be crossed
that can’t be climbed
just born between
oh the two white lines
distant gods and faded signs
of all those blinking lites
you had to pick the one tonite

holes, dug by little moles
angry jealous spies
got telephones for eyes
come to you as friends
all those endless ends
that can’t be tied
oh they make me laugh
and always make me cry
’til they drop like flies
and sink like polished stones
of all the stones I throw

how does that old song go

how does that old song go

bands, those funny little plans
that never work quite right

Apr
14
2009
0

Guided by Signs

Anyone who’s been paying attention to this site will know that I’m a pretty big fan of signs and how we use simplistic images to convey powerful messages.  This image in particular is one of those examples and just happens to be one of my favourite signs in recent times.  Simple, straight to the point.

Warren River National Park.

Apr
13
2009
4

Still Waters

The Warren River is not so much to look at in early autumn, owing mostly to reduced water flows and the somewhat sluggish nature of the water.  That said, framed in lush green foliage, once can only imagine what it’d look like with a brisk winter flow.

Apr
12
2009
0

Watercolour

So I decided to post a watercolour painting I recently did…

…actually, I lie, but, it had you going for a bit, right?  Still waters, Big Brook Arboretum.

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