“Sparkler”
*deeper than love*
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLcdlBgKEWU
“The Sky is Broken” by Moby
see the storm is broken
in the middle of the night
nothing left here for me
it’s washed away
the rain pushes
the buildings aside
the sky turns black
the sky
wash it far
push it out to sea
there’s nothing left here
for me
i watch it lift up to the sky
i watch it crush me
and then i die
speak to me baby
in the middle of the night
pull your mouth
close to mine
i can see the wind coming down
like black night
so speak to me
like the winds outside
it’s broken up, pushing us
hear the rain fall
see the wind come to my eyes
see the storm broken
now nothing
speak to me baby
in the middle of the night
speak to me
hold your mouth to mine
‘cause the sky is breaking
it’s deeper than love
i know the way you feel
like the rains outside
speak to me
“Paradise Lost”
an angel was disoriented
and his wings were broken.
falling
from the sky,
he reached out
to someone
who had lost faith and could no longer see
him.
cutting through the clouds,
his tears splashed bitterly
against the leaves,
washing them in bits of scattered blue
and fading memories from heaven.
only the lake caught him,
folding round his water-logged wings
into a gentle, but relentless embrace.
—photo and poem by Lynn Langmade. Copyright 2013.
“Bug Ferris Wheel”
Have you ever wanted to float away in a huge dandelion puff? Cast your cares aside and fly off to a better place? Well, what if you were a little blue bug and you just happened to be hanging out on a puff doing bug stuff and then this really mean person with a camera picked the dandelion and started blowing? :D Add a little rain into the mix and you get what happened here.
I know what you’re thinking. What’s the big deal about a bug wheel right? But I like the idea of a bug Ferris Wheel. Where little bugs can go to drink rain drops and make wishes :) and most importantly –fly! Who cares if it makes absolutely no sense.
To AndyPandyPastaPanties
Thanks for the reblog! You rock! Miss you dude!
We are all made of stars…
![“Forlorn”
not realizing he could still change course,
the bird leaned
into the vortex
of history,
spinning lost and forlorn
through the shadows
[Gardens of Versailles, France]
—Photo and poem by Lynn Langmade. Copyright 2013.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/eaf7ca99ab602c9905faa16441611687/tumblr_mmnlfkjxtD1qh240xo1_1280.jpg)
“Forlorn”
not realizing he could still change course,
the bird leaned
into the vortex
of history,
spinning lost and forlorn
through the shadows
[Gardens of Versailles, France]
—Photo and poem by Lynn Langmade. Copyright 2013.
“Nomad”
in the early hours
she broke through
the silver web.
strands covered
her eyes like gauze
and pearls of dew
sealed her lids.
she wandered restlessly
like Oedipus,
blinded and bandaged
by catastrophe.
—Photo and Poem by Lynn Langmade, Copyright 2013
“Numinous”
“Don’t cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won’t let you see the stars.”
“The Flaming Sword”
One of my favorite quotations from one of my favorite books…Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin.
“Perhaps everybody has a garden of Eden, I don’t know; but they have scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. Then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. Either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both. People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget. Heroes are rare.”
Which one are you? A madman of forgetting or remembering? Or that elusive creature, the hero?
“Affinity”
I meant to post this shot a while ago, but forgot. So here it is :)
“Home”
A Place Called Home, Music and Lyrics by PJ Harvey
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_m2NyS3IDjE
One day I know
We’ll find a place of hope
Just hold on to me
Just hold on to me
Walk tight, one line
You’re wanted this time
There’s no one to blame
Just hold on to me
(Come on my love)
And I’m right on time
And the birds keep singing
And you’re right on line
And the bells keep ringing
And the battle is won
And the planes keep winging
And I’m right on time
And the girl keeps singing
One day they’ll be a place for us
I walk and I wade
Through full lands and lonely
I stumble, I stumble
With you I wait
To be born again
With love comes the day
Just hold on to me
(Come on my love)
And I’m right on time
And the birds keep singing
And you’re right on line
And the bells keep ringing
One day they’ll be a place for us
And the battle is won
And the planes keep winging
And I’m right on time
And the girl keeps singing
One day they’ll be a place for us
Now is the time
To follow through
To read the signs
Now the message sent
Let’s bring it to it’s final end
And I’m right on time
And the birds keep singing
And you’re right on line
And the bells keep ringing
One day they’ll be a place for us
And the battle is won
And the planes keep winging
And I’m right on time
And the girl keeps singing
One day they’ll be a place for us
One day
I
Know
They’ll be
A place
Called
Home
A Place Called Home - PJ Harvey
One day
I know
We’ll find
A place of hope
Just hold on to me
Just hold on to me
Walk tight
One line
You’re wanted
This time
There’s no one to blame
Just hold on to me
“Rupture”
looking at you,
it’s tempting to think
you’re bleeding.
but we know
part of you is on
fire,
burning from inconsolable
loss.
and as you climb air
to the clouds
your wound becomes an eye
to view the world.
—photo and poem by Lynn Langmade, copyright 2013
“Double Up”
It looks like twin sister, Lane Langmade, wants to play a little #cloverpoker for the first day of spring :)
She sent me some luck in the form of a cool three-leaf clover and I thought I would up the ante by sending her back not a three-leaf or even four-leaf clover, but a *double* clover. Yep, I saw this bizarre clover with two heads rather than one when I was out hiking. Maybe this is more common than I think, but I hadn’t seen one like this before. I just hope it brings her some luck!
Happy Spring! And thank you Lane Langmade for making the first day of spring such a wonderful day.
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