Hello everyone! For whatever reason (I’m not always a bigger believer in a source for reason!), a few days ago between cargo-ing children to and fro from all the places they must be S. Carey’s song “We Fell” came through my stereo and the weather was Spring-ish cool and the air was nice and I was overwhelmed with feelings, I guess you’d call them, (sentiments?) of being home. As I pulled in the drive the light struck the deteriorating garage and trampoline movingly, and I took a few shots that matched my feeling. Then throughout the past days I’ve just been letting those feelings/sentiments/ideas swirl about in my head thinking they’d find an organization they wanted. They didn’t. So today I’m just going to post the notes I jotted down the way they tangled and fumbled out of me…In my mind they go with S. Carey’s song and always Mark Kozelek’s tunes (his music often is my home)…
oh, here are the lyrics to “We Fell”
The consonance of drone
And love sounds its own
Your arms wrapped around home
All the in-betweens
Lay so blue beside me
We fell
More than skin and bones
No we’re not alone
We fell
Like stones
Between
S. Carey
And here follow my photos and ramblings:
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THANK YOU!
Polysemic Stupor 