seattle, desert drives, indian summer
- In Tattoo,
It’s really cold here, coming from AZ. I’ll be here with my gentleman friend for a few days.
a fewcactus pictures from the hot leg of the trip, after the jump.
about stray dogs
So while I was in AZ a stray dog got hit. we stopped, and it was all these hispanic dudes in a car parts junkyard with like five stray dogs roaming around…I say stray because they were running in and out of traffic and shit, and the guys acted like the dog getting hit was no big deal (it got hit HARD). In retrospect they were pretty drunk, leaning on the broken cars, coronas in hand, the old guy seemed to be the one in charge of all the dogs. He just kept patting the dog and saying “is no problem, see, he ok!”
more after the jump
poppies
- In personal,
for a dear friend long departed.
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army
on a personal note
- In art, health and safety, journal, personal, pictures,
The doctor said I am pretty much ok. I have to keep doing cardio stuff and I am prescribed to nap for at least twenty minutes each day. At least to lie down and rest. Other than that all is well, I am doing fine, the heart is pumping better and I’m not about to keel over. (more…)
