Lost Nuts and Found Bolts

seedlings southwest Ireland 2013 seedlings southwest Ireland 2013

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

Ireland 2013,  a baking and confectionary company building   was it abandoned? I don't remember.

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.

Ireland 2103 Oct 2, 2013 I'm a ping pong ball  bbbouncing, careening  off of surfaces I don't even know of.  There is this moment of rapture, just before  the realization hits,  that the chute won't open. Let the flood gates open an loose their load. The cleansing waters,thought to purify.  Instead took the belongings  so  carefully accumulated over the years  and washed them away. The waves lapped at my feet letting me know,  they would be here long  after my leaving.

Ireland 2013, M's reflection 35mm  Practicing presence,      at least trying.  beauty in the passing moments, slip by so quickly and quietly i sometimes barely notice.  The other day I was walking to work from the "L", and I heard the clip clopping of feet, the scrapping of metal, and the drone of machines -  a moment that I happened to be present, John Cage would have been proud.