i am good... but 3 shows of snap shots, a dinner, two libraries, is a bit to much, especially when it is all so new... and involoves more steps than i would have thought... so here you see the slinky moment of hanging a shot from a railing above, really? and then thinking do i really like my wrok frmaed this way, yes, this size, maybe,,, the crop effects some shots.. too much thinking likely...what a gorgeious day! cool air which my skin loves so much and some new yogurt from greece that oprah seemed to like... ithink it is sour cream... and right now i am listeining to bob dylan before the flood, and i am thinking of hiking in the whites... but low on gas and money, but all that is ok, buying less expensive cheeses and more carrots, the photo shows also involve money... but i guess it is good getting work out in public.... and tomorrow there may be rob's story in the boston globe... travel section... people here in portland and now iw will try to spped type are gong to beaches and kayaking, me id like to hike and be invited to a party... i took a shot or two of sun circles this am which i soo (like too) love! and noticed in the camera as i was deleting shots that i had taken another wall of little suncirces a month or so ago... and may post some of them if i get hte patience or bored to death and dyland is now singing knock ckkcnci ckonkin on heavesn door! and i love that and him..." im sick and tired of the war" mee too! a young man soldier was killed who lived in the lowell area...sad......i got mad a t the hooks in the lincoln library so gave up at some point and brounth the last two images to sudbury where they have happy hooks and took all back roads for a long time as the roads,495 was paved with cars... and let hours go by as i watched and slept in batman in lowelll until most of the cars had moved on... and midnight found me back in portland , and now dylan sings, move lightly from the ledge babe... and this is a good day, sun... soft gentle cool air, and let me shots hang where they may and im going to pack carrots... and maybe drive to borders and read dylans book a bit or use my gas to go to crawfords which calls me loudly and walk a trail a bit... crawford is futher away from portland than it used to be, and the ocean is right here... so slinkies happen...i once had an exhibit with a long long many long slinkies and a broom that made waves and now dylan is singing a new version of a song that has been new too mee for a month or so and i love it so... mr jones... something is happening and you kont know what it is... says how does it feel to be such a freak.. and somehting is happening and you dont know what it is... do you... mr jones... a gentle day of soft breezes and filled with possibilites and light among the dark... with great lawaers you discuss lepers and crooks...but still somethings happening and you dont know what it is....
what a gift to discover new dylan music... yesterday when i was perplexed and insanely troubled by the picture hooks from hell i sat in my little car and saw a bit of light light a bit of yellow weed... i struggled to hold that on film... have a this day, don... oh my goodness, dylan is now singing almost falsetto... i see my life shing from the west side to the easet.. anyday now andy day now...
i shall be released, i have never heard him sing this version and am almost move to tears, a tough buy like me... i swear i see my relection... so high above this wall... i see my life shining... before the flood... i shall be released
if anyone really read this far... drop me a comment... id be surprised