Irish moon 2013 in early AM
At Cill Rialaig over looking the North Atlantic coast around 3 in the morning Summer 2013 The place still resonates in my bones. 35mm-triX
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Hawks
looking up, saw these three birds - in flight - Active, in motion, up and over, squawks. Two split and peel off, the one flies through the trees not up or around not under or over but through- The one bird lit on a ledge, it was a hawk or a falcon. The two other birds came up on its flank and off they flew, in pursuit.
thinking about Ireland, planting seeds
seedlings southwest Ireland 2013 seedlings southwest Ireland 2013
traveling ablutions
From somewhere to here cleansed of the past and back the ritual of taking ones seat, fastening the seatbelt. white knuckle on takeoff and descent.
WALKING- I enter stomping- exaggerated movements I Summon The feelings of RAGE, of ANGER What are the words that flow not read but felt DREAM Damn you! Dream and form a vision in the subconscious Tell me who i am, who I wish I could be or what I was. DREAM Damn you! Shake me from my slumber, reveal to me through sleepy eyes the shapes of my meaning. Evening Dream Chicago, Fall 2008
Winter is coming.
Ireland 2013, a baking and confectionary company building was it abandoned? I don't remember.
No Entry
Ireland 2013 Meanwhile back at home. I ride back and forth to work on trains that at times are crowded, loud and at times there's a sense of being jostled. but there are those moments when there is the gentle rocking and rhythm of the cars rolling over tracks humming the song of wheels turning and bumping over welded joints.