Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The sun is shinning, there are only a few clouds in the sky, it feels summer is turning to fall.
On this day 92 years ago my father was born, he left us behind about 2 and a half years ago.
Today, is a day very much like his last birthday.
A good day for a walk along the old trails and and to remember the greatest gift my father gave me, a love for the boundless joy that can be found in the simple things, the knowledge that just because your grow older you don't have to give up the simple joys, like kite flying and willow whistles, Halloween and finding woolybear caterpillars.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The summer of 1969, when man first walked upon the the moon, and uttered those long forgotten words, "it's like fine dust, i can kick it with my toe" to the best of my recollection, the first words really said by a man on the moon.
There were a few personal firsts that year.
And then there was Woodstock.
Woodstock then as now was a state of being. A state of mind, intensely personal and closely held by some.
I wonder in the pages of history which will have had the more sustained and sustaining effect. Woodstock or the first man on the moon?
the pictures are from the website http://www.peacefence.com/woodstock.htm, they make peace signs etc, from the fence that once attemped to surround the un-surroundable Nation of Woodstock.
humid night, quiet dreaming of the winter's wood the curtains are still