from a) to b) and back.

i have been distracted, and distressed, these weeks gone by.
"my" bus service - the one that gets me to work for my (preferred) early early early shifts - may, may be discontinued.
(international airport? accessible? whyever?)
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i can hardly cycle. can i? i can't drive, and i certainly can't swim.
i can hope, though.
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i have proven myself good at that.

alone to a quiet supper

"a girl in the convertible is worth five in the phone book."
- mae west (american actress and sex symbol, 1892-1980)

can a biography ever have enough photographs?
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during my commute to and from work - mostly "from", granted, since my "to" takes
place in total darkness - i read.
the book-of-the-moment is a reprint of "goddess" by anthony summers, his tale of
marilyn monroe's final years. i am captivated, but i find myself craving images.
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bless youtube. i discover this bit of brilliance, and this, and this, and this:
wish, granted.
i have - magic! - pictures to enhance the words.

with a thud

i've been slacking for seven days.
it's time, i suppose, to get back into the swing of things.

the sands of time

"most of us can remember a time when a birthday - especially if it was one's own - brightened the world as if a second sun has risen."
- robert lynd (irish essayist and journalist, 1879-1949)

yes.
that many candles.

the truth you need to know

"far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. i may not reach them but i can look up and see their beauty, believe in them and try to follow them."
- louisa may alcott

these last four weeks - work and play in delectable balance - have made my days frantic and my nights fitful.
but i decided, and i did, and now i'm done.
for now.

my lessons well

the great wall negatives are plump squares, with soft, sweet edges.
the minolta autocord negatives trail pretty triangular tails in their lower right-
hand corners.
the bronica negatives slide, in two sprightly half moons, off the celluloid; the yashica mat negatives dangle, from diffident, delicate threads.
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i have learned many things from this month of six-by-six's. most concern my limited self-discipline and my diminished ability to deal with deadlines....
but i have also learned to identify my exposed film in a single glance.
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i am pleased.

just around the bend

"life is like riding a bicycle: you don't fall off unless you stop pedaling."
- claude pepper

i'm almost there...
in more ways than one.

they linger in the twilight

between his work, and my work, and this-old-house-which-needs-so-much-work, there has been little time for sunday drives lately, little time for strolls along windy dikes, for my beloved old cameras, for sunny-sixteen.
there has been no time at all - either - for late-afternoon glasses of wine and broodjes kroket at the oude taveerne in durgerdam.
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memories must make do, for now.

if it were but caught

they couldn't be more different, these two signs, and - undoubtedly - these two venues: like perch and plaice, like trout and tarbot.

one is sublimely up-market, and the other...but, i wonder, is "down-market" an actual word?
i consult the online thesaurus.
"no results found for down-market" it informs me, and then asks, "do you mean denim jacket?"
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hmmm.
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you know what i mean, i'm sure.

on an old golden rule

"most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in our own sunshine"
- henry ward beecher (liberal u.s. congregational minister, 1813-1887)

i wonder, sometimes - doesn't everyone? - what it's all about, and i wonder it more - doesn't everyone? - during complicated days like today, when life flounders more than
it floats.
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a thought, a pretty picture: it's all i can muster, for now.