Monday, June 05, 2006

Umbrella Poem

Sitting in the rain on the other side of the green wall made of leaves

I watched a bobbing black dome on the other side

That appeared to be a black umbrella

It moved along like it was swept up by a current

And it was floating away from me

I watched it go and wondered who was under the umbrella

So I rushed to the other side of the wall dividing us

To meet the man who walked with the umbrella in the rain

And when I arrived to look around the corner

There was nothing, save a footprint in the mud

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Last Post of the Night



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Sugarbush




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Vermont




I don't have anything to say. This place is beautiful and I am tired Posted by Picasa

Sugarbush in the Summer




I love this mountain Posted by Picasa

Pink in Blue

The sky. I saturated it just a bit so that the pink would come through Posted by Picasa

"It takes Knowledge to be Knowledgeable"

I like the feel of this place Posted by Picasa

The Passive Side of the Sky

Why is sky spelt with a Y? Anyways, this was the most lovely of blues Posted by Picasa

Geyser in the Street. Praise God!

And the water exploded Posted by Picasa

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Jenny Standing on her Hands

Why not? Posted by Picasa

Land ho!

Boats on land, the most inefficient way of getting from A to B since pogo sticks Posted by Picasa

Mr. G

I think this about sums it up. Correct me if I'm wrong, Carey Posted by Picasa

A rubber ball gains the power of flight

If you were a rubber ball, wouldn't you be doing the same? Posted by Picasa

Mr. Wright and kickball

He kicked it pretty far Posted by Picasa

Rusty Minds

Do rusty desks make for rusty minds? Posted by Picasa

Above and In Between

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