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Winter Hair

Wednesday, November 30th, 2005

In the summer you run around looking like hell. You’re soaking wet in various states of dress. You may wear shoes, but often you wear bedroom slippers or crocks. Sand is flaking off your forehead as your sunscreen evaporates, putting little scratches in your sunglasses and getting in your eyes. Your neoprene smells, everything else [...]

blogger games

Wednesday, November 30th, 2005

So…please hold my hand
As we blundre through the maze
And remember
Nothing can grow without rain – watersOk, so we’re going to wander off again today. Not that wandering off is not expected now and again. Bonnie over at “Frogma” has “tagged” me. So I need to answer some questions.
Five yummy things:
* Food is survival. I tend [...]

Sparked A Canoeist

Tuesday, November 29th, 2005

I have to say, I enjoyed reading this conversation
from some UK surfers. . .“youve got to be f…. kidding . . . canoeists are the scum of the f… earth and should not be given any credibilty from anyone in there right mind”
“everyone to there own …everyone to there own”
“bollox to that ….!!! canoeists ? [...]

Ghosts of Spring

Monday, November 28th, 2005

The trees stirred the sky today
Their black boney witch fingers stabbed
the corroded chrome blue clouds
as they passed on overheadGhosts of spring played hide and seek while
dancing oak leaves marked their passing
Branches grabbed at the haunted air
Handbell voices whispered and slithered
like an icy fog along the forest floor
I glanced at the sky as my feet shuffled
stones [...]

ROPE

Sunday, November 27th, 2005

Down by the harbourside
A boat is fastened by a length of rope.
It was a perfect match,
Dreaming of escape,
Feeling almost detached.
Look beneath the waves -
The seabirds diving down into black water. – costelloIt’s the end of November. We’re here in central Wisconsin. How weird then to be woken up in the night by loud thunder and [...]

Soothing Artic Envy

Saturday, November 26th, 2005

I’m lost at sea
Don’t bother me
I’ve lost my way
I’ve lost my way – radioheadI must admit it. Each time a read another dispatch from the South Georgia team I feel a bit of envy. Well, not necessarily the “getting rolled in monster waves” part. Oh, well. . Ok even that a little bit. Yeah, it’s [...]

The Day After

Friday, November 25th, 2005

In the purple light of early morning, the kitchen tables and counters give the impression of a devistated 1945 European skyline. Shadowed curves and lines are stacked precariously at various heights and angles fading into the un-focused distance. There will be a lot of cleaning today.Since the wee hours of morning millions of human beings [...]