FWOT's Thoughts

It is yours… NO, not you silly….

It is yours… NO, not you silly….

figuring out this tumblr place

could someone tell me how to answer a post on one of my photos please…. I have tried everything I could see but not working for me. 

grrrrrr

my African Grey - such a schweety….

my African Grey - such a schweety….

LYRICS

Upon the rails
Among the weeds
I had a moment of
serenity
I saw you stand
In all the green
Upon the rusting rail
Balancing

You were
The only answer
My plans
Spun all around you
Five years in the wrong, I am assured
My name to you is just another word

And in your bed
In morristown
You had magazines
Thrown around
From under them
The phone it rang
And in the margin there
You wrote the number down

You were
The only answer
My plans
Spun all around you
Five years in the wrong, I am assured
My name to you is just another word
Another Word
Another Word
Oh, the answer
Another Word
The only answer

—The Only Answer - Mike Doughty

The Almond Tree: A Rant About Photography

almondtree:

Intersection of Knowledge and Experience
Nikon D40
18mm, f/8, 3 sec, ISO 200

I love photography. And everything about it.

I love picking up one of my cameras and popping a fresh roll of refrigerated film (or a memory card) into it and going out. The weight, the heft. My hand wrapped…

came across an old photo and had to iphone it’s graininess

came across an old photo and had to iphone it’s graininess

over-rated I think….

over-rated I think….

Advice

Even if you never plan to let your dog out without you please please train it as if you are. Train it to sit and stay and stop and come on command. Just witnessed a little black dog run into traffic and get hit and killed because his owner kept him in the house and only took him on walks on his leash so when he got out he had no idea about anything… sad sad sad

lyrics

Through the window
Just a wall
Shapes are forming
Blackbirds call
Early morning spirits
Moving hands
Tick-tocking ages
In the half-light
of the still
Before the lark
Where I can feel my shadow
Touch your silence
in the dark
Sleeping at the wheel
reaching for
oceans before us
for us to feel
together, tonight
Playing eagle
firing eyes
ever willing
sweet surprise
Welling in the belly
Of their chase
Tracing out the angel
In the half-light
on your face
Before the lark
Where I can feel my shadow
Touch your silence,
in the dark
Sleeping at the wheel
reaching for
oceans before us
for us to feel
together, tonight
Then suddenly
I hear you say
“Time to get up
It’s gone midday,
Cup of tea love”
And I realise
I must have dropped off
drifted into dream
before the lark
yielded to the
ether of our
secret world
in the dark

— Roy Harper - Sleeping at the Wheel

colour me black and white

colour me black and white