I spent today perusing the many "clutter stores" on Mississippi Ave...
"Flutter" (pics above) was a great find.


Worlds of Wanwood Leafmeal Lie

I saw the first tree turning today. Autumn is on it's way, and with it, the fall fashions


Here's a little something to relieve some of the intensity of this hot weather. Recently, I've been feeling like I'm melting in all this sun.


It is getting to that time of year, when the spiderwebs stretch across your doorway and everything slows down until each day is a leisurely lifetime. It is late summer, that month of transition suspended in time. And all too soon the leaves will be falling, and the rain will set in, and we will one again find our fireplaces and mugs of tea. I found these pictures today and they put me in mind of Gerard Manley Hopkins:

Margaret are you grieving
Over goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrows springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.


Josh Schicker

I've been listing to allot of new Portland artists recently, but this guy by far is the best. I'm hoping to have a house concert of him after December when he's not on tour. Anyways, he needs all the support he can get, so check out his music here.


The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers,
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

When I was visiting an abandoned army baracks a month or so ago, I saw a sight very similar to this. A tree had started to grow right through an old open cement window and take over the room. It was a striking image and I tried to get a picture with my phone, butit turned out fuzzy. While perusing urban spelunking websites today, I found this picture. I guess it tells it's own story. Having never been a fan of big buildings, I can't help cheering the tree on.


The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

This is an extraordinary film. It documents the daily life and imaginative wanderings of Jean-Dominique Bauby who is literally "locked in" his own body, unable to move or speak, his communication limited to the blinking of one eye. With incredible spirit he dictates, letter by letter, blink by blink, his book The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, on which the film is directly based.
Watch it. You won't think of your life the same after seeing it.