Tuning my guitar, Strings vibrating above wood. Notes slide into place.
The wet ground on my feet Fresh cut grass clings to my bare toes- Examining the garden
I had a dream about the ocean, Laying calm in the morning light As I stood above it On the cliffs in Southhampton. The morning sun raked the rolling tide And speckled that immense blue with white. A soft breeze touched my face And I felt certain that I could fly. And so I flew… Read More Poem of the Day 5/26/20- A Dream of the Ocean
A wide-eyed rabbit Sitting still on the wet grass, Watching danger
This week I added the ultimate toy for any bad guitar player- a loop station pedal. I have considered getting one for years but held off because I always felt like I should work on my playing and not add gear that would just add to the goofing off at the expense of actual playing.… Read More Diary of a Bad Guitar Player: Gone Loopy
A Woodpecker drumming Against a tree, his tapping Echos over sleepy streets.
At the bird feeder, Chickadees, Finches, and Swallows- Inside- watching, sipping coffee.