This was written upon a napkin to a girlfriend.

Goodbye 2012, Goodbye blog

It has been a cool learning experience here. I wish to continue the catalogue of bikes, flowers, books, colors/shapes/patterns/textures/movement, but I cannot until summer. If I have no desire to continue, this blog will sit still and, eventually, disappear. Goodbye.

She is fantabulous.

 

Nick Dewar

Rapunzel is feeling quite scissor happy.

Camouflage - Lost

excerpt from Alan Kaufman's poem "On Reading Whitman's 'Song of Myself' at One O'clock in the Morning"


And the poor will not drown in the sea

Their deaths, for too long

given over to God, will return to us

with restored trust

in the thriving intimacy of the earth

and from the love we will come

and with love we will see

even in the hour of our greatest blindness

that to an even gentler love we go

toki horvath,csardas