Just a guy with an internet connection. Happily married to a beautiful southern girl :)
“Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.”
— Charlotte Eriksson
(via wordsnquotes)
“I have nothing fancy to say today. Just wake up. Stretch. Take a hot shower. Breathe. Eat breakfast. Drink water. Listen to music. Ignore hate. Banish toxicity. Smile. Always be kind. Always keep fighting.”
— CKP
Winter weather. Gravel in your shoe weather. Gravel strewn over ice to keep us safe. Invariably those small stones find creative ways into your boots and shoes. And those big cold merciless water drops that hit your head or neck from the snow melting off the roofs above. Yellow dog pee stains on the islands of leftover snow everywhere. The sound of cars hissing over wet streets as they slow to a stop at a traffic light. Wet dripping off of everything. The metallic knocking of radiators as they expand and contract with heat. The muffled *whump* of clumps of snow falling off trees or roofs and hitting the ground. Stomping snow off your boots when you come inside. Gratefully warming your hands around a cup of hot anything.The smell of wet stone streets. The smell of damp wool. The heavenly smell of wood smoke…. The list goes on and on. Winter weather.
“The little rod wore tenaciously on the rainbow, growing stronger, bending less, drawing easier. After what seemed an interminable period there in this foot-deep water, the battle ended abruptly with the bend off the rod drawing the fish head-on to the wet sand.
Certainly I had never seen anything so beautiful in color, so magnificent in contour. It was mother-of-pearl tinged with exquisite pink. The dots were scarcely discernible, and the fullness of swelling graceful curve seemed to outdo nature itself. How the small thoroughbred salmon-like head contrasted with the huge iron-jawed fierce-eyed head of the male I had caught first! It was strange to see the broader tail of the female, the thicker mass of muscled body, the larger fins. Nature had endowed this progenitor of the species, at least for the spawning season, with greater strength, speed, endurance, spirit and life.”
Zane Grey, from “The Dreadnaught Pool,” The Best of Zane Grey, Outdoorsman: Hunting and Fishing Tales, ed. George Reiger (Stackpole Books, 1992)
It rained.
For the first time
in 55 days,
it rained
gentle night blessing.
The next day,
water dripped
from cedar boughs
and a cloud lingered
around the summit
of Sauk Mountain.
I thought of you,
the wet streets of Paris,
and all things
one cannot
take for granted
heading into autumn.
Truth be told, I’ve been waiting for a remix of sure to be gargantuan new Major Lazer hit Cold Water since the track surfaced late last week. The song’s obviously going to be one of the biggest anthems of summer and fall, and its sheer power has only been amplified by the two guest vocalists on the song, Bieber and long time IHM darling, Danish pop star MØ. German producer Koni offers up the first new revision of Cold Water to grace IHM, except this isn’t just any ol’ remix. This is practically a complete remake, a cover that involves Lea Beiley and Nick de la Hoyde on vocals as well as J. Roosevelt and EZY Lima on co-production. Cold Water takes on a lightness in this chill house rework. This cold water is warm and gooey, weightless and wistful, summery and breezy. A laid back rap verse adds to the mellow charm of this fabulously unique experience. Koni’s creative version of Cold Water is a free download, here.
Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back
from the particular island
of this summer, this Now, that now is nowhere
except underfoot, moldering
in the black subterranean castle
of unobservable mysteries—roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This
I try to remember when time’s measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay— how everything lives, shifting
from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures.
Inkredible! We’re suckers for amazing giant squid footage.
Incredible Footage!!
What’s Great Is That There Is A Photo With A Diver So You Get The Actual Scale Of This Magnificent Creature!!
OK, definitely not going in the water next summer, either!
Remember the summer
we watched the woodpecker
drill his home into the longleaf
pine? All day his redheaded
chicks popped in and out
like downy whack-a-moles
interrogating the sun.
In those days I was part
fish, amphibious, sliding
back to the memory of my
body before my legs split
in two. Brim flitted against
them like pale birds darting
between trees. Across the shore,
water snakes quickened
a bed of floating pine needles.
Clouds of gnats shimmered
with a kind of frantic atomic
symmetry. Even anarchy
conforms to order eventually.
I never saw the birds leave.
When I was underwater
I was nothing. I was just a pair
of lungs begging for air.
- KATE GASKIN in Turtle Island Quarterly
This was published a few weeks ago but I am still thinking about all of these images. “Just a pair of lungs”
