zephyr illusions photo by donna October 1992. The view atop Chasseral, Jura Mountains looking across Switzerland to The Alps on the horizon. Fog, intensely thick, rising from Lac Bienne and stretching its fingers high onto the Lignières-Plateau de Diesse after wholly filling the valley below the plateau.

Friday, November 25, 2005

"My" Part of the World from Space


















There's something about satellite images that really intriques me... i've always loved aerial views. when i first looked upon this satellite image of a section of eastern North America my attention was immediately caught by the Chesapeake Bay, North America's largest estuary, and the ridges of the Appalachian Mountains. Lake Erie, one of the Great Lakes of North America, was the next feature to catch my eye. i'm pretty sure i see the Pennsylvania Turnpike (a manmade feature) running east/west at just about center of the image cutting through the mountain ridges and lying underneath the jet contrails.
oh, yeah, the jet contrails.... that's the associated story with this image. check it out here, it's pretty interesting itself.
btw, click on image to see more detail :)

Sunday, November 20, 2005

'Beautiful Loser'

Went on a little roadtrip to the next town south of my town to heard a cover band play live. this is the first live music i've heard locally since i moved back to this prettymuchstill-smalltownaction-hicktown-fulla-rednecks... but, that's beside the point and other story altogether...

The live cover band was really pretty good musically with a very cool 70's-80's rock playlist and i was delighted to see that the lead guitarist/singer was an old acquaintance who fronted the best rock band in the whole county when we were in high school all those years (decades!?) ago. teeheehee, he also gave me guitar lessons way back then when i was dreaming that i might be a musician one day, but that's another story, too :)

anyway, on the way home from live-coverband-night, i heard this Bob Seger song that has always touched me ever since the first time i heard it in '74, or maybe '75,...can't remember exactly. i just know that i heard it for the first time when played live at the Farm Show Arena in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, USA when Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band opened for Bachman Turner Overdrive. wow, BTO may have been the headliner, but Seger & his band blew the show away that night. one of the earliest concerts i ever went to and i still remember the energy and emotion of Bob Seger on stage...
(maybe, neither here nor there, but on my recent road trip to Detroit, Michigan to see another live show i was reminded by locals that Bob Seger is from Detroit, Michigan. hehehee, just thought of this as i post this message :-] )

these lyrics may first read as negative, a downer, but that's completely opposite of what the song is about. ... imvho,


'Beautiful Loser' speaks with the inner voice of our heart
to the dreamer in our soul,
reminding us to embrace humility
while we seek meaningful and satisfying existence...

...if you ever have the opportunity, give a listen...it's a great song
and i'm happy to have been reminded, again.... :)

Beautiful Loser
He wants to dream like a young man
With the wisdom of an old man
He wants his home and security,
He wants to live like a sailor at sea

Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall?
You realize you just can’t have it all

He’s your oldest and your best friend,
If you need him, he’ll be there again
He’s always willing to be second best,
A perfect lodger, a perfect guest

Beautiful loser, read it on the wall
And realize, you just can’t have it all
...you can’t have it all, you don't need it all,

Oh, oh, ... you can try, but can’t have it all

He’ll never make any enemies,
He won’t complain if he’s caught in a freeze
He’ll always ask, he’ll always say please

Beautiful loser, never take it all
’cause it’s easier, faster when you fall,
You just don’t need it all
Oh, oh, ... you just don’t need it all


words and music by Bob Seger

Saturday, November 12, 2005

elusive















drifting in a river familiar
floating the waves of discovery
my own
alone
whispering with the many restless voices
shadows and strange faces
race along the shore
tripping,
sliding,
rising,
blending into one

mysterious muse on the move
waiting…
just beyond the crowd
beckoning...
'round the curve of the horizon
glowing...
above the tranquility of sunset
glimmering...
below the brilliance of sunrise
shimmering...
amidst the luminance of starshine
elusive...

wandering paths yet unknown
never alone,
on my own