going nowhere.

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thought it might be interesting

to expose the cats to a bit of world geography 

while sipping a refreshing drink.

so far they have refused to take any quizzes

but i’m confident they are learning by osmosis. 

 

“without geography, you’re nowhere.”

  • -author unknown

“there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” – maya angelou

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dried human tears (Smithsonianmag.com)

watching the january 6th capitol hill hearing

 the most compelling, wrenching, and heartfelt testimony

i have ever witnessed

 raw pain

anger

hurt

 disappointment

honesty

trauma

bravery

humanity

shock

duty

courage

heroism

scars

strength

loyalty

overwhelming emotions

unanswered questions

not one person immune from tears

i could not take my eyes off of them

and I am forever changed

 questions must be answered and justice served

never to happen again.

“that’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.” – john green

ponyhenge.

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No one really knows how these old hobby horses got here, but the herd keeps growing.

 ON A SMALL SLICE OF wide-open pasture in the town of Lincoln, Massachusetts, broken-down rocking horses, plastic ponies, metal ponies, and other assorted horse toys have been holding court. As if by magic, ponies have been proliferating along this winding country road, resulting in the peculiar “Ponyhenge.”

The horses started arriving anonymously sometime in 2010, with the placement of a lone hobby horse along picturesque Old Sudbury Road, about 15 miles west of Boston. How and why the rusty little fellow appeared is a mystery, even to Lincolnites who’ve been around a while. One story has the first horse hanging around after a kid’s short-lived lemonade stand, another that he was left over from a Christmas display.

Whatever the real story might be, after the first one appeared things started to get strange. More horses—hobby horses, rocking horses, and horse figurines—began appearing at the site. They are periodically rearranged, sometimes in a circle, sometimes in rows like race horses. Other times they are simply scattered and knocked around, as if they’ve come back from a long night of carousing.

The herd has been growing faster of late, with twice as many horses put out to pasture as there were a couple of years ago. Oddly, no one takes them away—the arrangement only morphs and grows, much to the delight of the family that owns the land. As the owner told the Boston Globe in 2015, “There was something lovely about it being anonymous, and now every time we go away, another one appears.”

While it’s on privately owned land, Ponyhenge is open to anyone who wants to visit.

“they swayed about upon a rocking horse. and thought it pegasus.”

-john keats

 

credits: atlas obscura, soaringraven

tracking through life.

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had one of those days a couple of weeks ago

dropped off my car for an expensive repair

took a walk downtown

glasses fell out somewhere

apparently in the middle of the road

where they got run over

lenses survived

backup pair still in car being repaired

went to the backup of the backup pair

not the best

really not good if i had to identify a witness while wearing them

went home and sat on my couch in time to see

yeti the cat accidentally break my favorite vase

called my optometrist

who said the company that made my frames had been sold

 they are discontinued and my lenses were custom made to fit in them

found a pair of the lenses online while squinting

 now i await their arrival

as i track them all over the country

traveling in a bit of an illogical order

 can’t wait to see where they land next

hopefully on my face.

Tracking my package so far:

From: Staten Island to Queens to Indianapolis to Detroit back to Indianapolis then back to Detroit and still not here, who knows where next?

Shipped with USPS

Tracking ID: 9402111699000087082270

Sunday, July 25
1:22 AM
Package has left the carrier facility.
Detroit Mi Distribution Center, US
Saturday, July 24
11:05 AM
Package has left the carrier facility.
Indianapolis, IN US
6:08 AM
Package arrived at a carrier facility.
Detroit Mi Distribution Center, US
Friday, July 23
10:44 PM
Package arrived at a carrier facility.
Indianapolis, IN US
7:50 AM
Package has left the carrier facility.
Queens Ny Distribution Center, US
12:09 AM
Package arrived at a carrier facility.
Queens Ny Distribution Center, US
Wednesday, July 21
1:30 PM
Package arrived at a carrier facility.
Staten Island, NY US
Tuesday, July 20
Package has shipped
“the search for what you want is like tracking something that doesn’t want to be tracked.
it takes time to get a dance right, to create something memorable.”
-fred astaire

detroit’s made another trip around the sun.

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detroit looks pretty good for being 320 years old

happy birthday.

 

“there are cities that get by on their good looks, offer climate and scenery, views of mountains or oceans, rockbound or with palm trees. and there are cities like detroit that have to work for a living.”

-*elmore leonard

 

*note – (elmore was a prolific american author/screenwriter who lived in the detroit area, where i grew up.

my father resembled elmore in his later years, was frequently mistaken for him,

and signed autographs upon request)

 

 

photo image: detroit river conservancy, detroit riverfront, michigan, usa

11.

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(in honor of all the recent space activity and a soon to arrive full moon – a repost from 2 years ago)

50th anniversary of the week of the Apollo 11 moon landing

I was 11

on the cusp of everything 

we went over

to my parents’ friends’ house

everyone was transfixed

air was electric

all gathered around the tv

watching

silent and awestruck

gobsmacked

as the first man walked on the moon

spoke his first words on the moon

 lots of emotion in the house

I ran to the window to look at the moon 

hoping I would see him up there

right in the middle of all of this

the hostess

left to go to the hospital

to have her baby

she named him neil

after that man on the moon.

“we ran as if to meet the moon.” 

― robert frost

image credit: Ann Arbor district library archives