No photo quote de jour today. I'm typing on my recuperating computer but my files and photo archives sit in an external drive waiting for rebirth. Losing something in the ephemeral cyber world makes me aware how ephemeral everything is.
Necessity being the mother of invention, forced me to make something out of slim pickings. I have a few random images never posted in my blog archive. This one was taken in Florida in February. I like the feeling of having a bird's eye view. It's why I like things spread all over my two desks. I long for the Zen serenity of a clean white space but I'll have to wait until heaven for that. My surfaces are always littered with random scraps of paper containing notes, quotes, poems, snippets of dialog, doodles, names, numbers and ideas not found in any of my notebooks or legal pads. Every so often these diverse scraps hauled out of pockets and handbags, get sorted and filed or thrown out and the process repeats itself.

Sitting prominently next to my computer for past couple weeks, but handwritten a couple years ago is a poem by Robert Trammell. I have no idea where it came from but it's in my handwriting with a notation: poet, Dallas, Robert Trammell, Dreaming. I couldn't find anything online about it. The small sheet of creamy paper with a red ink letterhead: Harvard University Art Museums is ringed with coffee stains and assorted unintelligible data. Unlike my lost in space computer files, this very real piece of paper saved the day. Perhaps it needed to sit there until now, waiting for the right time.



Dreaming

A life is mostly remembered in bursts of short stories
Beautifully interwoven with people, places and events
A word, a picture, a smell can set it all in motion
And you can close your eyes and see it clearly
As if it happened yesterday.