boy & swan

Way back in the day, I always rather liked Roxy Music.

Esp. the fluttery vibrato of Bryan Ferry's voice. My strongly held initial impression (never substantiated down the line) was that Ferry was both kidding and dead serious in every word and every note. However over the top his delivery, I always felt his life depended on everything he ever sang.

I've rarely if ever accomplished that balance of the ironic and the earnest.

Not only that, I'll turn things inside out.

I'll think weathered stone (or concrete) to be the most insubstantial of things.


And find in plastic, though faded and false from the start, the object of all human faith and yearning.



Or maybe the surface of anything viewed reflects the light we shine upon it.



Something like that.

twilight revisited

Twilight is my favorite time of day, especially here.


Some years ago hereabouts I took the picture for Twilight Extended.


And when I was very young, I'd wander in the late dusk of summer. Through the sheds out back and down the lane towards the road.


Not really noticing the sun going down or the cars going by.


Just singing "Car 54, where are you . . ."


Or wearing a bath towel like a Superman cape.


Later on I recall a painting my brother-in-law did inspired by The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.


It hung in my room where I'd look at it and look at it.


The stark forest and horizon were silhouettes against the sunset.


And one stump in particular, when stared at long enough, almost seemed a castle.


Something much larger and lonelier.


And farther away.










Later this same evening I recorded geese and distant sounds.

night wanderer

Timed exposures from late December.


Spooky, yes.


But don't think stalker, unless you mean Tarkovsky's.


Or better yet, his Solaris.

Downtown Mall & thereabouts

From the slippery slope of my A & N entry . . .


Guess I should look into getting a Flickr account.



But then it'd be more obvious that I'm but the 3rd person in recent times to post a photograph of the above Coca-Cola sign.

The one just below I recall being near the C & O Restaurant (documented in my nostalgia fest on unterkayness).


Sundry stuff, mostly old, beyond. All taken early last October.






































And the aforementioned thereabouts: