Photo of the day – Vivid (remastered)

Photo of the day – While waters wimple to the sea, while day blinks in the lift sae hie, till clay-cauld death sall blin’ my e’e, ye shall be my dearie.

Photo of the day – Welcome

Meditation 4

And so it rains in the desert room
And so it rains in my heart
The cacti are still oh Lord
Why, oh Lord, are there tempests in my heart?

Meditation 5

I watch you walk
As if from above
The circling of your body
In motion

The movement of your hands

We are strangers
You and I

You are a son of the forests and fields
A child of rivers and the sky
Not of words and buildings
Not of gardens planted and raised

And yet here I am within you
Building temples of thoughts and words

As you circle, instinctual and guileless below.

Photo of the day – The trees of the field will clap their hands

My town

Educator of many
Home to madmen
Counter-cultural conformist hipsters
Foodies
and the Maize and Blue

Cradle of my youth
Bringer of culture and
Absurdity sublime

You are my town
and I suppose that in some way
Speaks also of me

Nyarlathotep

Throngs of men
plodding through the night
Whispers
on an ill wind

The showman comes
leaving nothing unchanged

Bound in one direction
(Black as night)
I join

The sorrow of the search
pulls us in
This ancient Pharaoh
This (Crimson?) King
Leads us on
into unutterable darkness

If we follow
From where will our hope, if ever, arise?

Photo of the day – Roadshow, 5:50 AM

Photo of the day – “A little group that’s always been and always will until the end”