the Thunderbeings graced us last night

Last night I sat with my friend, Evie, and it was thundering and lightning outside.  Lots of rain. I played my cottonwood drum for a while , in honor of the Thunderbeings.  We were talking about old poetry, and the idea of posting some of it one our blogs.  I looked for some old poetry books, but only came up with old journals, and grabbed just one to check out.
I opened to the first page, and this is what I wrote in September 1980; the synchronicities to the present moment were nice, indeed.

Lightning skies, and thunderstorms throughout the night-- each day the sun comes later, darker nights.  The camera can pull lights from the sky, stretching the indigo of rainbows until it shines like twilight.  Twilight indigo.  Rings of turquoise-- Color emerges in the spirit's song; and how often we change our colors.  I shone blue near the creek waters, near thick old trees and ancient pathes of soil.
But now the winds blow cooler in the morning; the moist air creeps into the bones like fog creeping 'round the harbor boats -- a fine water mist clinging to the sides, shining cold and bright in daylight.  The sun hides like it doesn't want to interfere with the journey of the Thunderbeings.  Rolling through the sky -- large sound -- a band of drums beating a mile wide -- a thousand miles.  Watch the color of rocks emerge, the last green of summer leaves, the garden peppers, still white and hard, dressed in clear glistening raindrops.  Inside, the peppers grow redder each day -- the soft hues of yellow disappear -- they dry with red canyon roads, getting deeper everyday.
Constant rain; twilight indigo water.
September, a yellow time moving out to the ends of a rainbow.

starting up again

Today the Photography group started up again, with me in charge, along with my cohort, Louie. It was a small group today, the first meeting since Faye left the clinic. The wrong time schedule had been announced, before it was corrected, and it was a holiday, too, so maybe that's why there were just four of us, myself included.


We just had a congenial chat really, about places we can go on photo walks, and possible themes we can try concentrating on. Also came up with ideas for photographers we'd like to see documentaries on. All in all it was a fairly productive first meeting, and hopefully everyone will bring their cameras next week, and we'll go on a little jaunt.
 
Today's participants, besides myself, were: Sue, Evie, and Louie.  Evie was kind enough to let us use the room, where she runs her art groups, for our meetings.

 
 

white against blue

snapshots from the Ragamuffin Parade

My mom

Kim, Melissa & Logan, and my sister, Tree

Logan was the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz, and his mommy was a black cat.

Watching the Parade

Melissa, Logan, and his Godmother, Kim (dressed as Rainbow Brite)

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after the rains

October has started off with mighty rains, but it is clearing this evening.  Tomorrow is supposed to be a wonderful Fall day.

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rooftop images

(I've taken this same shot a number of times.  Sometimes I'm lucky

enough to get a blue sky out of it, but today was overcast and grey.)

(I don't know what these contraptions are, but I think they have

something to do with a cell phone tower on the roof.

Who knows what a health risk that is.  The landlord never bothered

to inform the tenants that this thing would be put on the roof.)

after sundown

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late afternoon

patriotic view

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little superstar

Another favorite subject of mine stopped by while on a walk with his mommy.  He is 9 months old now, and started to crawl a couple of weeks ago.