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FGR invades Self-Reflection
Hummels. They belonged to my mom. Not really my style; but I keep them for sentimental reasons.
Photo captured while driving towards U.S. Highway 101, near post-mile marker 85.40 on Highway 1, the Shoreline Highway, near Leggett. Mendocino County. Late March 2013.
Photo of the Golden Gate Bridge captured from the Marin Headlands in Marin County. Bay Area. Early December 2012.
Photo captured alongside the Redwood Highway, U.S. 101, a few miles north of the town of Orick. Humboldt County. Late May 2012.
Photo captured just north of the Freshwater Lagoon alongside U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway. Humboldt County. Early May 2013.
Photo captured along the beach at Ma-Le'L Dunes in the census-designated place of Manila. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
Photo captured via Nikon 50mm f/1.8 D AF Nikkor lens on the Big Lagoon Bridge on U.S. Highway 101, the Redwood Highway, in the census-designated place of Big Lagoon. Humboldt County. Late October 2013.
Photo of the mouth of the Klamath River captured from Del Norte County Road D8 in the town of Klamath. Del Norte County. Early March 2013.
Photo captured near the Grass Lake Summit via U.S. Highway 97. Siskiyou County. "State of Jefferson." On the first day of January 2013.
Photo of Mount Shasta captured from the Shasta Valley Vista Point on Interstate 5. North of Yreka in Siskiyou County. Early January 2013.
Photo of Steamboat Rock captured along the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
The image for this postcard comes from a modified screen capture from a trailer for the TV show "Orange Is the New Black."
Photo captured near the Modoc National Forest on Highway 139 in Modoc County. "State of Jefferson." Late February 2013.
Photo looking towards the King Range captured along the Lost Coast via Mattole Road. Humboldt County. Late May 2013.
"I must. I want you to explain to me why you won't exhibit Dorian
Gray's picture. I want the real reason."
"I told you the real reason."
"No, you did not. You said it was because there was too much of yourself in it. Now, that is childish."
"Harry," said Basil Hallward, looking him straight in the face, "every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the colored canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown with it the secret of my own soul."
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Photo captured on U.S. Highway 97, the Dalles-California Highway, in Klamath County. State of Oregon. "State of Jefferson." Late February 2013.
To read the original blog post: kneverkneverland.com/2013/01/12/the-ghost-with-no-haunt/
On the stage, I step from behind the curtain and pray until its over.
After, I feel the tickle of a whisper coming from those behind my back.
Feels like being trapped under the ice of a frozen pond.
They are standing on the icy surface, looking down and laughing.
My muscles clenched in cold and searing pain of suffocation.
This myth is what keeps my mind in its place.
In truth, No one wastes a whisper on me.
I am a ghost who has lost its haunt.
A thought that might have formed.
If only I could shed the layers of swaddling cloths.
And withstand the beating into uncertain unconsciousness.
Then, I might emerge from the icy waters as,
Someone.
But, I have tasted the safety of the genie.
And I have acquired a mountain of tools to hide behind.
The more of them I have, the closer I think I am to being me.
They will fly me out on their wings into the world and drop me gently on a pile of pillows.
But truth points out that I have traveled no further on this map of lies.
I am the cowardly explorer with no compass.
The thought that never formed.
The ghost with no haunt.
Photo of the Battery Point Lighthouse captured in Crescent City. Del Norte County. "State of Jefferson." Early March 2013.
Photo captured on U.S. Highway 395--the portion of U.S. 395 cosigned with California Highway 299--in the city of Alturas. Modoc County. "State of Jefferson." Late March 2013.
Photo composite of three images.
The Path's End
Something captures us.
Our attention, we call it.
It takes us places,
In our imagination.
Then leads us to the end.
Then there is nothing else,
But to turn around,
And go back.
Wishing we could take it
Make it real,
Make it part of us.
Make it part of the world
We actually live in.
Wondering,
Who this person is,
That we call ourselves.
This life we lead,
That we call ours.
Where honesty
Is a peculiarity,
And called weakness,
To many.
But I can not hold
That burden any longer.
I can not be what you want.
No more than you can.
I am what I am.
That is all I,
Will ever be.
To ask any different,
That is the real fantasy.
The chorus of earthbound
Angels groan.
Because the truth,
That we are,
Has been sequestered
To our imagination.
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Really??? Seriously??? This is what my life is like with my VERY active 6-year-old human.
A Day with Steph A-22
Wir sind schon auf Abschiedstour in Palermo.
Das Wetter ist heute grandios - es ist Frühling! 🌞
Wir sind noch einmal an unserem Lieblingsplatz, dem Zisa Park.
Ich blicke zurück auf vier Jahre Sizilien - für mich geht ein Lebensabschnitt zu Ende. Was das bedeutet, werde ich wahrscheinlich aber erst in Deutschland merken.
Und wie geht's euch damit? Was nehmt ihr mit aus Palermo?
"Palermo hat mich auf jeden Fall mein Heimweh nach Californien vergessen lassen." sagt Barbara. "Und ihr natürlich, meine Familie. Ich habe viel alten Groll im Meer versenken können. Ich habe Daliah verziehen. Wir waren hier viel auf alten Pfaden unterwegs, die ich einst mit ihr ging. Ich denke da an so Momente wie die rote Schule in Cefalù oder die Catacombe dei Cappuccini. Aber danke auch an Abdi und Shashaa, die mir halfen, meine Hollywood Sünden zu reflektieren."
"Ja, Familie." sagt Shashaa. "Ihr seid mir ans Herz gewachsen und meine zweite Familie geworden! Was ich mitnehme? All Along the Watchtower natürlich! Dass jemand den Watchtower in seinem Vorgarten stehen hat! Hhhhh. Aber das ist es, was die hier in Palermo können: Leben und leben lassen. Einfach an der Maqueda sitzen und einen Espresso trinken und die Leute beobachten. Oder Blumen so groß wie Suppenschüsseln. Oder die Bäume mit den Krokodilfüßen. Palermo, I ❤ you! Ich komme bestimmt wieder!"
"Ach, ich soll auch was sagen?" fragt Yinka. "Die letzten Wochen waren turbulent. Ihr wisst ja, was meiner Schwester Bisi passiert ist. Sie ist an einem sicheren Ort, und Bola sagt, sie werden alles tun, sie ins Ausland zu bringen. Ich bin ein wenig beruhigt. Jetzt im Ramadan sind wir ja sehr mit Tafsir beschäftigt. Wir wollen Antworten zum Leben von Jesus und Johannes und wie das Christentum entstand. Das ist so umfangreich, und für jede gefundene Antwort stellen sich zehn neue Fragen. Also, mein Kopf ist voll. Palermo, ja, dann war da noch der Zirkus mit den Carabinieri, nur dämliche Bürokratie halt. Ich hatte halt Angst, dass da noch was aus Rom nachkommt. Aber nein, das scheint wirklich Schnee von gestern zu sein. Rom und Valeria sind inzwischen ewig weit weg. Wenn du zu mir heute Italien sagst, dann denke ich zuerst an Palermo."