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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Monday, September 6, 2010

Bursting Meteor

           The Milky Way impressed us last night, and to embellish our star-gazing, a large meteor burst overhead and left a long, wide, white trail. 
           Earlier, I caught sight of a Great Horned Owl perched on a lamp underneath a Purple Martin house. By the way, the Purple Martins have migrated.
One can almost see the "horns" on the owl perching on the post underneath the bird house.

As the owl took flight, I noticed thousands of dragonflies in the area.
This morning I found one summer flower standing tall and beautiful in the grass. 
On our way home, I couldn't help but feel "someone" was watching me. 
A windshield sprayer on the hood of this car seems easy to personify. 
Two little "eyes" "watched" me as we drove home. 

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Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.