[untitled]

I took the child to the stream
Our toes sunk into the nearby silt
She asked me why we are meant to dream
I told her, To escape our memory and our guilt
To the stream's outspoken voice, we did not implore
But to the fighting cricket's song we did
She asked me why we had such war
I told her, We can never lift man's meloncholy eyelid
We saw the stream reflecting the sunset's hue
Leaning over, we could see the return image of us both
She asked me why once her eyes were blue
I told her, she reflected a world of beauty and growth
Time went on and the light began to dissapear
The child looked to the distance and started to cry
She asked me, Will I see you again? Her eyes full of fear
I told her, Of course you will, I will never truly die

Photographs

Here are some photographs I've taken and developed within the last year...



A cemetery not far from my house. It looks secluded, but it's actually on a very busy street in a not-so-good area. The tree, shifting the headstones, seems very persistent in continuing to grow.







My uncle's dog Nicki. Not quite true to her breed, she's one of the sweetest dogs I've met.



Many years ago, my parents took very special care of their garden. It was a fairy garden. Although it hasn't been tended in so long, I see that some of it's inhabitants haven't quite quit on them yet.





This is the old oak tree that takes it's residence on the cottage grounds. It's massive size towers over our humble summer dwelling. My great uncle hung a swing from it years ago that has provided summer fun for 3 generations.




Lake Wandawega. The lake on which our cottage community resides. Once crystal clear and beautiful, now overrun with seaweed and leeches. If only they would put a little money into it and restore it back to the way it was when I was little. Maybe when I'm rich...

Rebuilding Burnt Bridges

Not sleeping being a favorite past-time of mine, I've been researching places in Alaska that appear to be adventurous. My cousin/best friend, Kathy, and I have been talking about spending the summer there with her brother who is stationed in Anchorage. We could get part-time jobs to fund our excursions and just venture around a beautiful part of our country. This all sounds amazing to me, but we'll see if it actually happens, Kathy is much more concentrated on school than I am. My mind has been in the clouds too often to concentrate on school. I thought that I was ready to settle down and go to work, but I'm not. Looking at old pictures of my trips to Japan and the UK, I've realized that I WANT MORE! A college degree today, being the equivilant of a highschool degree 15 years ago, I feel stuck. I know that I would like to get that degree one day, but I just don't feel like it. I feel like this is the time to be adventurous and work my way around the world before I have a job that only lets me do that 2 weeks out of the year. Not knowing what I want that degree in doesn't help either. Sometimes I feel as though everyone's degree should just read "FOR THE ACCOMPLISHMENT OF COMPLETING 4 YEARS OF BUSY WORK"