Sometimes, these conditions could lead to a very powerful twister. Everyone was hoping it would be the little tornado that couldn’t.
Tag: Art
Half of it is sky
Make the centre line unfurl
Gotta get to Winslow
Where Jackson sees the girl
The scenes are rightful pretty
Can’t stop to take the pic
Shoot across the dashboard
Will have to do the trick
In the ebony hills, an ivory city.
This is no tourist destination. It is a small, busy, virile town of subtle charm like so many other small, busy, virile towns. You will never discover the charms if you arrive on the train and depart on the next bus.
The Dragon is China
I nodded an assent, then shook my head… paused. “What does that mean?”
She told me. I must still not have understood, because I’ve forgotten. Only the phrase is left. I couldn’t focus, and the image in my mind drifted away.
Like this photo of a dragon-handled brazier at Kong Miao, the Confucius Temple in Beijing. Ever so slightly, focussed too deep. And like a photograph, there is no way, hard as I’ve tried, to bring China fully into focus.
Grey is Fine for Me
The beauty of blue skies
I prefer the subtle
Of atmospheric sighs
End of the Trail of Tears
“My original convictions upon this subject have been confirmed by the course of events for several years, and experience is every day adding to their strength. That those tribes can not exist surrounded by our settlements and in continual contact with our citizens is certain. They have neither the intelligence, the industry, the moral habits, nor the desire of improvement which are essential to any favorable change in their condition. Established in the midst of another and a superior race, and without appreciating the causes of their inferiority or seeking to control them, they must necessarily yield to the force of circumstances and ere long disappear.”
~ Andrew Jackson
Symmetry and Shadow
Broken only by shadows
Fallen astray
Creating:
Shape
Beauty
Insight
Possibility
Broken things
Of broken things
Surprise and delight
Like a mosaic,
Or a temple
The friends we can make
Of broken friends
Surprise and delight
Like a lover
Or a mentor
Ming Sha Shan
The ocean’s sigh
And witnessed
Ripples on its shores
The shushing waves
Left in repose