We search among bones that still wear necklaces and earrings.
Buscamos entre huesos que todavia llevan collares y aretes.
Our finder's list includes
evidence of genius, of inspiration, of mystical love
among the unnamed.
bones without scrapbooks.
Nuestra lista de buscadores incluye
eveidencia de genio, e inspiracion, de amor mistico
entre los sin nombre,
huesos sin recortes.
It was a Terrible genius in that year,
A genius like a volcano spewing the rage of a Moorish ruin,
Like an oak-ribbed trireme afire,
adrift in the sea of winter Alpujarran clouds,
Like a broken mirror reflecting.
the face of Queen Isabel in a thousand shards,
Like a mouse with a razor,
Who would rather die than breathe the rich man's air -
But he is hiding in a Zaragoza cellar.
Fue un genio Terrible en ese año,
Un genio como un volcán vomitando la rabia de una ruina morisca,
Una trireme de caña de nervio,
A la deriva en el mar de invierno nubes alpujarran,
Como un espejo roto que reflejaba la cara
De la reina Isabel en mil fragmentos,
Como un ratón con una navaja, escondido en la bodega de Zaragoza
Quién preferiría morir que respirar el aire del hombre rico.
Arriba! Cry the white relics. Salud! Answer the gravestones.
You hold the thighbone of a Spanish toddler
to your ear, like an ivory phone,
like the scepter of a bleached saint
sent from Egypt to the Duchess of Lyon,
and you take a call from your own future.
Arriba! Llorar las reliquias blancas. Salud! Contesta las lápidas.
Tienes el fémur de un niño español
A su oído, como un teléfono de marfil,
Como el cetro de un santo blanqueado
Enviado de Egipto a la duquesa de Lyon,
Y usted toma una llamada de su propio futuro.
Your future is calling from a burning chapel
on the Gran Via, in Madrid, in 1938.
Tu futuro está llamando desde una capilla ardiente
En la Gran Vía, en Madrid, en 1938.
"There must be some mistake!" You say.
"¡Debe haber algún error!" Tu dices.
Even the tears on your face are not your own.
Incluso las lágrimas en tu cara no son tuyas.
I have wanted to catch the fog at dawn for a while. It is surprisingly rare on this bend of the river. 100% Humidity and 80+ degrees at dawn will do it.
Response code is 403
Birds are beautiful on their own, of course. I think they remind us of freedom. For me finding a redwing blackbird in the marsh is a special treat. The goose couple I followed stayed close together, and had a rhythm to their companionship that seemed to indicate affection and respect for each other. Birds are a big theme for me this year. If I get a Barred Owl or Snowy Owl I will feel like I have accomplished something special.
The ice is almost a memory! It is the total transformation of the river in the space of a few days. What a testimony to the power of the sun, the Earth's axis, the shifting season. When I got to the bridge this morning another photographer was leaving. He had seen eight eagles fly up from a nesting area when a pre-dawn bicyclist whipped through the wooded trail near them. Eight eagles!
The new year starts with brutal cold weather. Our pipes froze in the house on the night of January 2nd. And again on the 5th. Now I know how to solve that problem.
While I don't really have any New Year's Resolutions, except for 300 dpi, I do have a new theory of problems born from my frozen pipe adventure. Little problems are given to us to take our minds off of the Big Problems, and big problems are given to us to keep the little problems in perspective.
So Happy New Year to you too.
This photo taken on the Minnesota River during a break from the extremes. Sunset on the 14th of January, 2014.
When I was school it was stupid fun to ask "what is the meaning of life?" We were in fact encouraged to question everything. What I have learned in 65 years is that life is the answer, not the question. Next question!
She isn't so sure holding hands is everything it's touted to be.
Street photography from the 2013 Highland Park Community Fair. See more photos here
Sunrise from Mendota Bridge, June 19 2013
Sara and I had planned to witness the Summer Solstice sunrise on June 21. I went out on the Mendota Bridge, near Ft. Snelling, to preview the location on the 19th and was able to capture this lovely scene. The morning of the Solstice it was stormy and dark -- no magic. So here is my pre-Solstice sunrise.