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Thursday, March 26, 2009
2 (365) Home- noun: any place of residence or refuge
Home is where you kick your shoes off in the same place you did yesterday and no one minds. Where there is a chair that you sit in drinkng coffee while reading a good book. One chair with one view. The last house I lived in was terrible, no air, no heat, prone to flooding...but there was one spot in the back where I could sit next to the open screen door and think and read. It was quiet. I don't miss anything about that house except that one spot.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
1 (365)
This is me. I have glasses and messy hair. I'm finding life is endlessly complicated yet infinitely simple. I used to be a painter. Of houses, not art. Unless you consider houses art. I have a B.S. in bible and music. I did my internship with ethnomusicologists in Canada where in my free time I took my new (and first) camera and took pictures of what I saw and so far I haven't stopped. I've concluded that poetry is the natural language of the world and best communicates reality. Photographs can be poetic. Life is poetic. Sometimes tragically so.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
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