got a poem and some links
i'm not quite sure what i dreamed last night, but i think it included boys in love. which, well, it's me, they sneak in just about everywhere.
have a poem.
In the window of the drawing-room
there is a rush of white as you pass
in which the figure of your husband is,
for a moment, framed. He is watching you.
His father will come, of course,
and, although you had not planned it,
his beard will offset your lace dress,
and always it will seem that you were friends.
All morning, you had prepared the house
and now you have stepped out
to make sure that everything
is in its proper place: the railings whitened,
fresh gravel on the avenue, the glasshouse
crystal when you stand in the courtyard
expecting the carriage to arrive at any moment.
You are pleased with the day, all month it has been warm.
They say it will be one of the hottest summers
the world has ever known.
Today, your son is one year old.
Later, you will try to recall
how he felt in your arms-
the weight of him, the way he turned to you from sleep,
the exact moment when you knew he would cry
and the photograph be lost.
But it is not lost.
You stand, a well-appointed group
with an air of being pleasantly surprised.
You will come to love this photograph
and will remember how, when he had finished,
you invited the photographer inside
and how, in celebration of the day,
you drank a toast to him, and summer-time.
--"The Family Photograph", by Vona Groarke
it makes me think of corbin and harley, and the kinds of photos in grandma ida's house. old family photos, some of them with history even she doesn't know.
adele at the video music awards - i don't know the song but i love her voice. also her hair. also the fact that it's just her and a piano.
radio controlled clownfish and shark - they're swimming! in air! freaking people out! exciting small children! causing mayhem! (not really. :D )
have a poem.
In the window of the drawing-room
there is a rush of white as you pass
in which the figure of your husband is,
for a moment, framed. He is watching you.
His father will come, of course,
and, although you had not planned it,
his beard will offset your lace dress,
and always it will seem that you were friends.
All morning, you had prepared the house
and now you have stepped out
to make sure that everything
is in its proper place: the railings whitened,
fresh gravel on the avenue, the glasshouse
crystal when you stand in the courtyard
expecting the carriage to arrive at any moment.
You are pleased with the day, all month it has been warm.
They say it will be one of the hottest summers
the world has ever known.
Today, your son is one year old.
Later, you will try to recall
how he felt in your arms-
the weight of him, the way he turned to you from sleep,
the exact moment when you knew he would cry
and the photograph be lost.
But it is not lost.
You stand, a well-appointed group
with an air of being pleasantly surprised.
You will come to love this photograph
and will remember how, when he had finished,
you invited the photographer inside
and how, in celebration of the day,
you drank a toast to him, and summer-time.
--"The Family Photograph", by Vona Groarke
it makes me think of corbin and harley, and the kinds of photos in grandma ida's house. old family photos, some of them with history even she doesn't know.
adele at the video music awards - i don't know the song but i love her voice. also her hair. also the fact that it's just her and a piano.
radio controlled clownfish and shark - they're swimming! in air! freaking people out! exciting small children! causing mayhem! (not really. :D )