This Weight

There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more
- Lord Byron

Some days these grey skies seem to lash all quick spirits to the earth. Give yourself to the wind of it, the dark of it, and the voices of the pines will greet you.
photography discovered in these archives

The Ones We Love

This is the perfect day to revisit this little page. Choose a photographer and click. And don't forget to show our city your love today on its 150th statehood anniversary

To Write Love On Her Arms

Since today is the official day of this little group, which has grown so extraordinarily in the last two years, it is the perfect opportunity to revisit the story that has sparked such a movement of hope and write love on your own arm today.

"What ought we to do? This. That. The contrary of this or that. There is no determinism that governs the future. What ought we to be? That is the essential question, the question that concerns spirit and not intelligence. For spirit impregnates intelligence with the creation that is to come forth"
- Antoine de Saint-Exupery, Flight to Arras

Drawings by Saint-Exupery's fellow countryman, Alexandre Day

No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion. - G. M. Hopkins

The heavy smell of sunwarmed dirt, the quick gust of a flighty breeze, and the warm touch of sunlight...could this day be more perfect?
pics from here

Brute beauty, valor, and act

Beauty is but the beginning of terror.
We can barely endure it
and are awed
when it declines to destroy us.
- R. M. Rilke

It's a long road we've been walking on

Can't you just feel it in the air? Its one of those days...for a nice cup of tea, a clear sky, a little sunshine, and a day off. Time for a quiet moment in time, and a little Alexi Murdoch.

eyeglasses full of stars

Another creative raindrop: Sherri DuPree, lyricist, vocalist, and guitarist for Eisley has at long last decided to share her drawings with the wide, wild world of the internet. Aren't they magical?

it is raining for, it is raining for us now

The lovely element which makes our little city so unique is that cold, wet thing dripping down your neck, rollin down your windows, splashing in the streets, pounding on your roof. I live where I do so that 75% of the year the beat of raindrops can put me to sleep. Blustery winter days are the best for adventurous rambles. Go out and get soaked to the skin! There is nothing better for body or soul.

and for your contempation: a little piece of fashion delightfulness.

and we walked the pagan streams

"What happened to the sense of wonder?
on yonder hillside, getting dim
why didn't they leave us alone?
why couldn't we just be ourselves?
we could dream and keep bees
and live on honey street

and we walked the pagan streams
in medetation and comtemplation
and we didn't need anybody, or anything
As the great great great great great
Being watches over
and we repair repair repair repair repair
to honey street"
- Van Morrison

My spirit is restless and longs to get away. I can't help but long for a raw wind and an open sky; time alone in the quiet.
pictures by little_my