"...meow"

Been wandering about the above since I was nine.

So far so good.

Libraries, a haven a wall against darkness. Libraries should be open everyday all day all night. The bonus is they'll have to hire more librarians. ...ya can't have too many of them folks. I need to be there like some need to be in church. To be with people that want to know and are happier for the knowing. Libraries are the Fortresses of Civilization. The Brooklyn main branch. Back in the 1930's when they built it Greco-Egyptian was the cat's meow.

"...bison"

 

Faerie Tales may be 5000 year old cultural memories. As ‘Ring Around the Rosy’ is traced to the Black Death. A remote version of industrial era heroes like Superman may survive to the 40th century. How could they not. Tales of invincible saviors last the ages. We learn about the rise and fall of civilizations. Each separate with little or no connection. There’s a more wholistic view of the human story. From the last Ice Age to this moment there has been one continuous human culture. Varieties within rose evolved faded. Adding their experiences to the ongoing story. Our space faring digital information era is directly connected to folks painting bison on cave walls. One teaching one remembering from the Ice to now. 20,000 years. From painted bison to the stars.

"...bugs"

It's a Mothra sort of day.

Model by my pal Michael Hinchman.

 

The Mothra song.

Greedy copyright buttholes.

Click on 'watch YouTube' to view.

 

"...wings"

Dream.

Old building. 

A child's shadow a moving weeping shadow. 

Morph. 

I wore rags. Person gave me a silver dollar. 

Said I could sleep on the roof. Birds would protect me. 

"They protect everyone here." 

I slept in the eternal noon as wings sailed above.

 

We became a City of Invisible Angels.

 

"...aura"

Their coming was quiet. Hardly noticed or believed. A glow about them. They didn't speak eat or sleep. They'd walk among us then vanish. Only to be seen moments later an ocean away. In time they were recognized. These were our departed. Wandering the Earth in kindly silence. Till as softly as they came ...gone. Strange Angels. All beings on passing become music. The aura of Eternity

"...friends"

Joseph King host/presenter and broadcast producer has passed away.

He was a friend of many years. Joe was kind humorous and brilliant.

I will miss him as I do the others.

Six friends have gone this year. ...now is a time of passings.

 

The Moon on a warm November night.

 

Dusk from my kitchen observatory.