To My Dream Reader

halloween-fiveHey, you. Yeah, you!

But no pressure, right? As I browse through the postings from Blogging 101 — and with that, all the other delicious postings the Reader tells me about — I begin to think: my dream reader would be somebody who has the time to read. Or the patience. What a lot of words there are already in the world! So, Dream Reader, here’s what I’m thinking:

I won’t expect you to understand my life choices. Wow. When I read that possible prompt (“maybe your dad, so he’ll finally understand your life choices”), I had a moment’s almost dizziness. Imagine what it would be like to have someone — Dad, anybody — who understood your life choices. Imagine — for just a precious moment, say — what it would be like, being able to understand your life choices yourself. Oh, that would be something.  Reader, I don’t expect to understand your life choices either. That’s okay with me. Life choices are very confusing.

I am curious about them. Really, deeply so. And I hope you’re curious about mine. Even if just a little. In a kindly way. WithIMG_1082_edited-1 willingness, if not identification. With interest and not aversion. With, well, patience. There might be something there.

I like new ideas. Hope you do too. Even better, I like new corroboration of my old ideas. Bet you do, too. And the old viewed from new angles, reader. I want you to like that too, because I do. And I send out my pictures and perceptions with some hope they might tickle some sense of recognition, of mirth, or compassion, or just  plain interest.

stop-sign-holder-twoReader, you and I, we face each other, in a kind of blindness, getting glimpses of this and that. When I read something, I hope it will add to my day — maybe my life — and if I only could, I’d be that for you too.

 

 

Hallowed E’en

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My schedule this semester is putting me behind the eight ball, but I didn’t want to miss Halloween. I have some neighbors who really do justice to the season and so most of this is from their display.

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This is what happens when you don’t brush  your teeth, right?

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I guess this is her sister, bad orthodontistry.

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And these guys — not from anybody’s seasonal display. But don’t they look as if they’re saying trick or treat?

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Hope yours is full of fun.

Alternate Forms of Transportation

trikes-at-restCars and trucks are mighty fine. So are airplanes and buses. This is just a mediation on how many ways there are of getting around.

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Even getting to work (this was taken in the employee parking lot of a local hospital).

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And there’s getting around just for the fun of it

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and in the imagination

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and by train (Yonkers, New York, taken from the train)

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Or on foot

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or just catching a ride.

 

Going Around in Circles

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The circle is such an attractive shape. Even if I had the ability to speculate why, I wouldn’t get into that here (books and books about it), but the ghost of all that speculation — geometric, psychological, occult and esoteric — hangs around it. Around, indeed. Around and around, circles draw the eye and they draw my eye, maybe more than most any shape.

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Even when they’re not particularly beautiful, circles compel attention.

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invoking all those ideas about them — unity, fullness, ripeness, oh we could go on and on.

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and we could remark about their usefulness

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but wouldn’t that be redundant?

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and beside the point?

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But the circle would still draw the eye.

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Even when it’s not quite there.

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