“we are nothing but space dust trying to find its way back to the stars.”
art credit: bill watterson – calvin and hobbes
dried human tears (Smithsonianmag.com)
watching the january 6th capitol hill hearing
the most compelling, wrenching, and heartfelt testimony
i have ever witnessed
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
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.”
credits: atlas obscura, soaringraven
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
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.
From: Staten Island to Queens to Indianapolis to Detroit back to Indianapolis then back to Detroit and still not here, who knows where next?
detroit looks pretty good for being 320 years old
“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.”
*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