Random Photo: Loops on a Walk

Sunday Selfie / Daily Walk: That’s Why Monday

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That’s why Monday, when it sees me coming
with my convict face, blazes up like gasoline,
and it howls on its way like a wounded wheel,
and leaves tracks full of warm blood leading toward the night.

Pablo Neruda

On Sunday’s walk, according to the spy app on my iPhone, I took 10,315 steps and strolled 4.2 miles up and down the alleys and sidewalks between Frankfort Avenue and Quarry Street. From the previous Monday to Sunday my 7-day total was 77,147 steps, 30.1 miles. Ain’t surveillance technology wonderful?

Note: I removed and replaced the selfie/not a selfie I originally posted (me feeling pretty in my Big Smith overalls, taken by Mrs. Dr. Omed) because I realized I had already posted it at the end of January. Oops.

Sunday Selfie: Druid, Hollow

I visit the giant sycamores along Floyds Fork downstream of Pope Lick when I take my daily walk there. They don’t seem to mind, even though according to a site I just googled up, this Druid’s Celtic tree sign is the ash.

Free thinkers are born under the Ash Celtic tree astrology sign. They possess vivid imagination, intuition and their second nature is to be artists. They can see the world crystal clear, but have the tendency to be moody and withdrawn at times. Don’t think that they have some sort of a bipolar disorder. It’s all due to the fact that their inner world is constantly moving and changing. These enchanters from the Ash sign are drawn towards art, writing, spiritual matters, and even science. Good partners for this Celtic tree astrology sign are the Willow and Reed signs.

Steal This Meme: Irresponsible Topology

Who ever (ever?) said I was a responsible adult?

Steal This Meme: On the Bottle

Steal this meme. I did. Philosophy is theft.

Superposition Collage: Full of Owl

Current mood: Full of Owl

Full. Of. Owl.

Random Photo: Our Doors Are Always Open

I read a headline, “Like the Doors of Hell Were Open.” I’m afraid the doors of Hell are always open. It’s just our eyes are almost always closed. The Gates of Heaven are also open. Our eyes are closed.

Random Photo: Hole Heart

Steal This Meme: Happy Valentine

Poetry: Love Is A UFO

for Elspeth

My love is a UFO
entering
your airspace.

My love soars
at high altitude

monitoring
the weather
of your heart.

My love is a silvery bag
of noble gas
pushed

across oceans and continents
by the high, high winds

of the prevailing jetstream.
Thus I come to you
robotic arms open

my gondola full of instruments
my love is a spy balloon

measuring the secrets of lonely hearts.
My love is a mysterious octagon hovering

a seraphim burning
singing holy holy holy

all eyes
for you

and the whole earth below
full of your glory.

My love is a UFO
an alien that seeks not

to land but to explode
pierced by the heat bringing missile

of a kiss.