Posted in Backstory, Rennovations, scenery, tactless observations, travel, tagged blue, brick, gentrify, industrial past, lost, railroad towns, riverfronts, rust, wabi sabi, weathered, wooden on 16 April, 2017| Leave a Comment »
The warehouse has been empty so long that the floor joists have rotted…but the shell is still here, and the town seems to be gentrifying just up the block. So maybe this will be repointed, and revived as…something other than a place for swifts and swallows to hide, in between their forays down to the waterfront to chase the mayflies and junebugs?
Posted in Art and Craft, Backstory, birds, My brain, Nature, tactless observations, tagged sunrise, tintinabulation, truth, tulips, what we talk about when, wrens on 3 April, 2017| Leave a Comment »
I would tell you that “two way streets are two way streets”, in a way more meaningful than “Brexit means Brexit” or “OATH-with-a-blue-colon says away more about that merger than anyone should admit in polite company.”
I would tell you that the sunrise has shifted northwards, such that the glare can still wake me, but I don’t get any of the lovely gold-red glow to go with my insomnia and the boisterous dawn chorus of [possibly tasty] wrens, titmice, and robins.
I would tell you that taxes are preferable to death, at least so long as the arts and sciences still get funding.
I would tell you tulips, and daffodils, and finally, blessedly, honeybees and carpenter bees; crinkled green leaves on the raspberry canes and tongue-colored fists of peony leaves punching up at the sky.
I would tell you that I wish people would say plainly what they want other people to know, but I have this fondness for truth, so we might need to edit that wish a bit, depending on who is doing the speaking at any given time.
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