A Poem

I wrote this poem about an old friend. It doesn’t have a title, but if it were to be referenced it would be called, This is the story of us, you know, because that is the first line. It came to me after a decade of mulling over our relationship; the decade and those periods of intense thought around anniversaries. It is a haphazard adventure in memory, this poem. It is about–in every definition of the word–Remembrance. I’ve revised it many times, cut it, expanded it, threw out my favorite part, committed it to memory so that any scribble I’ve made can be eliminated, and recited it aloud to the darkness of the night. It is a beautifully intense poem with nuances subtle and apparent. Oh it is a thing to behold, but it is too personal, so I probably won’t post it, and it will probably die with me. One, or two, of you will know who this poem is about, for the rest, it means nothing and this latter fact is the only thing that may drive me to post it.

In the News:The New Elective

Once again, from the files of I tell you, I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it myself, in fact, I still don’t believe it, two headlines in the news of today with a little liberal arithmetic:

I’d like to point out that you can probably check out my favorite youth and gun-related movie, Dear Wendy, from your rental medium of choice.

Hot, Hot, Hot!

From the files of I tell you, I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it myself, in fact, I still don’t believe it, my noon-time coffee’s steam:

There is no editing on the left image, click for larger view.

I was taking images of the steam because of the pattern of light from the blinds. This perversion was only revealed afterwards, or was it? Maybe I was drawn to the shapes subconsciously, that’s sex-consciously for the knowledgeable. Yes, in fact, I seem to recall hearing something about how shapes attract in the biologically/evolutionary sense. Akin to how birds fear and loathe that silhouette of a square with a round object on top… you know, the shape of shoulders and a head. It spurs a reflex in them, and it doesn’t just have to be people, most predators appear this way in silhouette–with poetic license, of course. It is the very principle the scare-crow is based on.

Oh, how the carnal mind asserts its way with me.

Wide Waters

This is the wide waters pond at Cobb’s Hill Park. The stitch has some problems, I should have tilted it a few degrees to get better registration where the meet (by the tree), but truth be told, it isn’t really 360 degrees so they wouldn’t have met anyway. You can see some misalignments but overall the effect is achieved.

I tried finding my camera lens’ nodal point, I think I found it, and so future stitches might be flawless. This was my first attempt at using Hugin.

Coccinellidae

This is the bug that lives in my house and whom I always see when I wash the dishes. There are four equally likely explanations for this:

1. Something about washing dishes brings out the critter.
2. It lives around the area of the kitchen sink and so, the time I spend washing dishes increases the likelihood of my seeing it.
3. The critter really likes me and is trying to offer to do the dishes. (Fingers crossed for this one.)
4. Some combination of the above.

The photo was taken with my new home-made attached lens that stops down my digital camera’s depth of field and lets me get a closer focus for a fuller macro field. Isn’t science awesome?