Flying out to Chicago and Indiana for the weekend and then we're going on a road trip. I am excited to see the autumn colors in the midwest. Have a good one everyone! I will be back Tuesday.
a poem by Blogger “thalassa” speak to me memory the language of seagulls behind the hills behind the sweating sight beds of sand tatooed by sudden wind curved and open crevices particles of the skin of earth with snake linear language where the path into the cliff blue turns white foaming air seeped through the stones ethereal as moans of this dry land disconnected lay dormant following the wind of others elevated lyrical images of islands in high sea half to light half to gray _darkness strains of memories wave rolling wave to become equal in motion... in distance into my mind to capture the essence aqua choreography the barren chest of isles producing depth not seen by my sweeping cantos of self unity sounds magical lured by the cardiac tunes murmuring the language of skin and love songs
speak to me speak to me memory, the language of seagulls
have a wonderfullllll week! Demetrios the Traveller
have a great trip! lovely photo...screams "Fall."
ReplyDeleteHave fun!
ReplyDeletei have always wanted to go on a true roadtrip :)
What a great site! Keep on creating!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous picture! Have a great week end!
ReplyDeleteCall me when you hit Nebraska. You'll see why when you get there! Let's chat about the cookbook...I'm getting excited.
ReplyDeletep.s. Operation Chloe successful :)
SHUT UP--- Whyever Indiana? I just moved to IN from L.A. and boy is it quite the change!!! :)
ReplyDeleteI love this photo! I can't believe I've never clicked over here to your blog! It's so fun.
ReplyDeletea poem by Blogger “thalassa”
ReplyDeletespeak to me memory the language of seagulls
behind the hills behind the sweating sight
beds of sand tatooed by sudden wind
curved and open crevices particles of the skin of earth
with snake linear language
where the path into the cliff blue turns white foaming
air seeped through the stones ethereal as moans of this dry land
disconnected lay dormant following the wind of others
elevated lyrical images
of islands in high sea half to light half to gray _darkness
strains of memories
wave rolling wave to become equal in motion... in distance
into my mind to capture the essence
aqua choreography
the barren chest of isles producing depth not seen
by my sweeping cantos of self unity
sounds magical lured by the cardiac tunes
murmuring the language of skin and love songs
speak to me
speak to me memory,
the language of seagulls
have a wonderfullllll week!
Demetrios the Traveller
I grew up just outside of Chicago. I have been missing the smells & colors of fall in Illinois this week.Have fun!
ReplyDeleteAwesome picture! This is a pretty cool blog, congrats!
ReplyDelete-Meaghan
Have fun and take lots of photos!
ReplyDeletep.s. I am starting a gift exchange and think you shoud join. You can find the details here
ooooh have a wonderful time!!
ReplyDeleteOh I'm jealous! That will be a lovely trip!
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful picture. What kind of camera do you have?
ReplyDeletehope you enjoyed indiana! it's lovely right now.
ReplyDeletethat is where i live!