there, it’s said.
now, i’ll continue my snowflake moment by having some tea, fruit and birthday chocolate cake. mostly cake.
under a bridge on a catch and release only stretch, river Aude in southern France.
this is what we do to guys who come here with worms.
just repeat the message until it sinks in.
this big blue beautiful planet we live on, it’s alive, it’s life itself.
lets fight to keep it that way because otherwise…
one is rather fancy, the other a cell phone.
i won’t be getting rid of the fancy any time soon but geez…
sometimes that’s good,
and some times not so good.
it smells better than it looks.
and Blue in Green–
Miles Davis: Trumpet
John Coltrane: Tenor Saxophone
Bill Evans: Piano
Paul Chambers: Double Bass
Jimmy Cobb: Drums
Recorded at Columbia 30th Street Studio, New York City, on Monday, March 2nd, 1959
some anthropomorpher might say something like “Oh, the things he’s seen” and i’d go all nerd and shit and tell the morpher that Fran is short for Francesca, doesn’t have eyes and isn’t about to tell you anything at all about all the things it didn’t see and even if it did see and have a mouth, one would have to wonder why it would communicate at all with such a small, soft, short-lived creature that constantly struggles to stand on its two feet.
on a cold winter’s day.
the little creatures that hide beneath our feet