morning glass

• 2012-05-21

  

  Solar eclipse from Mt. Evans, Colorado

• 2012-05-10

  

  river time

• 2012-05-08

  

  jujukitten:

  RIP Maurice Sendak (June 10, 1928 – May 8, 2012).

  Source: jujukitten

• 2012-05-01

  

  BMX in MEX

• 2012-04-25

  I tried to make sense of it all
  No man can learn another man’s lesson
  I give you turquoise bits lit by the evening sun
  I share the light glistening from the chrome of the stepside pickup

  We both thought until our 30’s that sweat smelled like cigarettes,
  cheap beer and gasoline, old Merle Haggard songs
  Guns and pussy are the southern man’s Everest

  You toed the dirt under your snakeskin boots
  making swirls that caused the ants frustration
  There’s no philosophy in a working man’s world

  My stomach is stronger than steel
  We can face down disappointment, burned out brides,
  like lame dogs chewing at ticks in the summer sun
  Ulcers, cancer, arthritis, loss of faith
  Don’t need nobody

  Like a tire swing on the old elm that nobody’s touched in seven years
  The kids think there’s a cottonmouth living in it
  I seen ‘im once

  Wasps the size of grampa’s thumb, no shit
  Remember when I thought grasshoppers were tarantulas?
  I’ll shoot at cans ‘til the sun sets
  Grab me another beer

  This dirt is clean

  — Jay Rush

  Source: facebook.com

• 2012-04-19

  

  spring storm

• 2012-04-13

  

  (via nice-to-look-at)

• 2012-03-27

  

  gullwing

• 2012-03-26

  This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.

  — Gary Provost (via qmsd)

  (via xfr)

  Source: qmsd

• 2012-03-24

  xfr: “This loneliness is bad enough in itself, but, to make it worse, he is...

  xfr:

  “This loneliness is bad enough in itself, but, to make it worse, he is oppressed by the primal melancholy of the race. Knowing him, I review the old Scandinavian myths with clearer understanding. The white-skinned, fair-haired savages who created that terrible pantheon were of the same fibre as…

  Source: xfr