miller's crossing

Check out new pictures from my weekend trip.

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"I've visited this place in a dream," I remarked to my companion as we explored old military bunkers at Fort Worden on the Olympic Peninsula. It should've felt more profound. But really, I think I was just overstating things.

I'm trying to float. There is much that is fluid in my life these days -- home, work, friends, attractions, even identity. And my sense is that I simply have to accept not knowing and be okay with it. One definition of float that resonated with my current state is "to be suspended freely in a liquid or gas."

When I met you in the restaurant

You could tell I was no debutante

You asked me what's my pleasure

A movie or a measure?

I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming

Dreaming is free

I don't want to live on charity

Pleasure's real or is it fantasy?

Reel to reel is living rarity

People stop and stare at me

We just walk on by - we just keep on dreaming

Feet feet, walking a two mile

Meet meet, meet me at the turnstile

I never met him, I'll never forget him

--Blondie, "Dreaming"

 

New fall photos....

 

Wet. Wet. Wet.

Bam! ... If it isn't the end of summer....

Cold rain.

Blah....