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9/14/01

is when I wrote this in my journal, on the shores of Lake Huron, with our sweet sheepdog Guy.

the summer of Chandra looks
so petty now, tabloid trash
turned to true terror
2001, September eleventh
no contrails in a blue sky
numbness everywhere
a movie script rejected
as too unreal

Weekly image, a day early

I actually took this picture on September 5, but we're leaving early in the morning for a music festival in Remus, Michigan (near where I grew up, and VERY close to where my daddy was born, & where my Uncle Bob, the only remaining sibling, still lives on the farm), so I want to get it posted now. This shot is taken on my way down to Case; the previous image was taken on the way back, so from the other side. We'll see many sides of Rapunzel's tower for the next year! I also found the poem I was looking for, so I'll post that soon. And I found my journal from the vacation we trip we took in September 2001. The one that started on 9/12/01. I'll post that tomorrow as well. Peace to all.

Weekly image, watch it change

As promised, albeit a few days late, I'm going to post the same image every Sunday for however long I feel like doing it so we can see it change. This is the scene:

I call it Rapunzel's tower; it's the silo just down the road from our house. It's on the way to Case Road, a walk I've taken for years, first with Guy and now with Rochester. I've written a number of poems with that tower as my theme, although the only one I really like is a Christmas ghazal, as I recall. I'll find it and polish it up before posting it.

The picture above was taken on August 10.