Shmoop and Nina

Nina is one of my best buds. She took this photo of us. I'd just come back from taking a swim. I was walking down the hall, heading for the photo lab when she jumped out of the studio and pulled me in for a timed shot.

Gold Dust
Tori Amos
Scarlet's Walk

sights and sounds
pull me back down
another year

i was here
i was here

whipping past
the reflecting pool
me and you
skipping school

and we make it up
as we go along
we make it up
we go along

you said - you raced from langley -
pulling me underneath
a cherry blossom canopy
-do i have-
of course i have,
beneath my raincoat,
i have your photographs.
and the sun on your face
i'm freezing that frame

and somewhere alfie cries
and says "enjoy his every smile
you can see in the dark
through the eyes of laura mars"
how did it go so fast
you'll say
as we are looking back
and then we'll understand
we held gold dust
in our hands

sights and sounds
pull me back down
another year

i was here
i was here

gaslights
glow in the street
(flickering past)
twilight held us
in her palm
as we walked along

and we make it up
as we go along
we make it up as we go along

letting names
hang in the
air
what color hair
(auburn crimson)
autumn knowingly
stared
and the day that
she came
i'm freezing that frame
i'm freezing that frame

and somewhere alfie smiles
and says "enjoy her
every cry you can see in the
dark through the eyes
of laura mars"

how did it go so
fast
you'll say as we are looking back
and then we'll understand we held
gold dust
in our
hands

in our
hands

Children

For Karen

Here are some others from the same series as the petroglyph photo. My personal favorite is the petroglyph shot. All of these were done using a an 8 x 10 view camera. For landscapes, you get yummy negatives with lots of detail and texture. I made a compromise in scanning them. The prints were sepia toned so I scanned them as color images. In doing so, I lost some of the detail. Probably should've scanned them in grayscale.

Psst . . . Karen? Joe likes my landscapes more than the others, too.

Petroglyphs

There are two places in the state of Maine where petroglyphs exist. At least, there are two known places. There may be more that no one has discovered yet. The two locations in Maine are both by water. Many of the images chiseled into the rock are of birth and canoes and people in canoes.

They are difficult spots to locate and difficult to navigate your way through the woods to get to them. It's a fairly well-kept secret. People don't want them being defaced.

Not being a wordsmith, it's difficult for me to explain what it was like to be there by myself in the Autumn (hunting season=dumb). I got the impression that the glyphs on the river were mostly about journies. And not just physical journies.

Petroglyphs, Maine

Apropos

"Nocturn"
Aerial
Written by Kate Bush

On this Midsummer night
Everyone is sleeping
We go driving into the moonlight

Could be in a dream
Our clothes are on the beach
These prints of our feet
Lead right up to the sea
No one, no one is here
No one, no one is here
We stand in the Atlantic
We become panoramic
We tire of the city
We tire of it all
We long for just that something more

Could be in a dream
Our clothes are on the beach
The prints of our feet
Lead right up to the sea
No one, no one is here
No one, no one is here
We stand in the Atlantic
We become panoramic

The stars are caught in our hair
The stars are on our fingers
A veil of diamond dust
Just reach up and touch it
The sky’s above our heads
The sea’s around our legs
In milky, silky water
We swim further and further

We dive down... We dive down

A diamond night, a diamond sea
and a diamond sky...

We dive deeper and deeper
we dive deeper and deeper
Could be we are here
Could be in a dream
It came up on the horizon
Rising and rising
In a sea of honey, a sky of honey
A sea of honey, a sky of honey

Look at the light, all the time it’s a changing
Look at the light, climbing up the aerial
Bright, white coming alive jumping off of the aerial
All the time it’s a changing, like now...
All the time it’s a changing, like then again...
All the time it’s a changing
And all the dreamers are waking

©2005 Noble & Brite

This song makes me think of God.

Lyrics

An Architect's Dream
Aerial
Written by Kate Bush

Watching the painter painting
And all the time, the light is changing
And he keeps painting
That bit there, it was an accident
But he’s so pleased
It’s the best mistake, he could make
And it’s my favourite piece
It’s just great

The flick of a wrist
Twisting down to the hips
So the lovers begin, with a kiss
In a tryst
It’s just a smudge
But what it becomes
In his hands:
Curving and sweeping
Rising and reaching
I could feel what he was feeling
Lines like these have got to be
An architect’s dream

It’s always the same
Whenever he works on a pavement
It starts to rain
And all the time
The light is changing

©2005 Noble & Brite

Montana Dead End

There are no dead ends in Montana. Can't believe they spent taxpayer money on the sign.

Coming soon. I hope.

Preview of my portrait of Karen.

Let go and Let God

The weight of the world does not rest upon MY shoulders.

Eugene as Magnus

Joe, cyanotype