Thoughts travel in circles like the buses around town. Up then down; up then down. Where am I today? Where have I been? I’ve been to the tops of mountains. I’ve swam through seas and tears, the water bobbing gently. Up then down. Up then down. Like the time when we were in the hot tub, just you and I. Silently whispering about what our perfect house together will look like. You smiling at just the thought of me– us. Or like the time I whispered I’d marry you, and silence screamed back. Up then down; up then down. I travel the buses around town just to see where I have been. The restaurant on first. The bed on eighth. The boutique around the corner, but most commonly, the clinic on main. I’d take the elevator to see her. Up then down. Up then down. The docs never had good news. Another round of meds, another round plate of bland mush, and another round of hopelessness. The morphine drip. Up then down. Up then down. You used to tell me that growing up was growing strong. You showed me growing old is growing soft. You told me to make a life for myself, but you just sat withering away in that beat up wicker chair, swinging on the porch. Up then down. Up then down. I know where the busses will take me. They follow their colored track on the map as perfectly as the users follow their crack line. We go down the same roads, the same bumpy roads I ride along everyday. Up then down; up then down. Take my word, my child, there will be a day to come that you will take your chances. You will be free and loving. You will make a name for yourself, my dear, and you will know what it means to live. Someday, love. Someday soon.
Monthly Archives: February 2012
The edits on these came out faster than I expected. Primarily due to being very bored in class on Friday… I mean, no, I pay absolute and utmost attention in class 100% of the time!
I can’t decide which ones I like better, the originals or the edits. Thoughts?
I was thrilled to find snow when I woke up the other morning, as I have been waiting since October for it. Naturally, I walked to school so I could take a million and six photos along the way. Since it was still pretty early, I was able to get some wonderful, winter-like dark blue contrast to the gorgeous, white snow that was falling. There was limited edits on these (a crop on one and adding a bit darker shadows to the last one), and I’m positive you will be seeing edits on these later. Suspense! Or as my dad would say, “Suspenders!”
The fellow pictured here is my Facebook hubby. I still don’t think he knows I captured this picture of him looking so stunning. I hope he doesn’t get mad when he finds out… I wish I could remember what he was pointing at.
I had all I could do not to break one of these icicles off and start eating it. They were just so clear and delicious and tempting looking.
Here I’m just looking back over the town along the shore. The colors were so wonderful as the sun set it almost looks over saturated. The silhouette of the bridge does happen to be the exact same bridge shown in an earlier post, in case you happened to be wondering.
I was going to try hold off on putting these up until tomorrow, but I just couldn’t help myself. I took these pictures on a hike in Tettegouche State Park along the Superior Hiking Trail north of Duluth, MN. A group of my classmates and I went for an adventurous hike on Memorial Day this year. And boy, was it filled with adventure and memories.
We didn’t get started on the hike until around 1300. If you are from the more northern parts of the world, you will immediately realize that the sun sets at around 1600 in January. That gave us three hours of sunlight, give or take, to complete an eight mile hike. Mid way through, we decided that instead of doing the full trail hike, we were just going to do a “lollipop” version of the trail. It was definitely a good thing we turned around because the temperatures quickly dropped into the low teen digits. This cut our eight miles into about five.
That is if we didn’t get lost.
I wouldn’t exactly say we were lost. I would say, though, that during the whole trip I was legitimately concerned that we would have to tap into our winter survival/nature skills. When we finally found a clear-cut path that lead us out of the woods, we definitely didn’t make it out where we wanted to. That means we had to do a little bit (lot) of guessing as to where we were versus the location of our vehicle.
Through all of the concern for my life and staying warm, I managed to sneak in a few photos. The first is just some of the woods we walked through. Pictures two and three are of Bean and Bear Lake. Proof that there is some elevation in the state of Minnesota. The last is of our hiking buddy, Kona, who resides comfortably with a classmate and his wife. She definitely kept us moving during the hike!
Happy weekend, y’all! Here’s a glimpse into my weekend in case you were curious. I think the appropriate reaction would be jealousy…
But in a positive note, I got free Papa John’s pizza, a 2 litre coke, Bath & Bodyworks lotion, and Chapstick yesterday! I am exaggerating, I paid $0.08 for all of that. Plus I got a new set of colored markers, which greatly helped my diagram below. Perfect.
You will quickly find that a theme for my next several weeks of posts will be something like this: “I’m feeling particularly behind.” I may just start every post with that statement. This feeling is because we are currently in neurology, with class 0800 to 1700 frequently and weekly tests on Wednesdays. Our course director told us that we should be spending approximately two hours studying outside of class for every one hour of class. So, 8 hours of lecture plus 16 hours of studying puts me at about 24 hours of material for the day. Lovely life. Anyways, that rambling means that you will likely be seeing more pictures from me since they are quick and easy. And hopefully not too terrible to look at, either.
These photos are at the bus stop the other night. You wouldn’t think that the last bus running would have only one person on it, would you? I would. I was a little misleading in my title, as it was definitely later than midnight when I caught the bus home. But for some reason it just sounds so much better to say midnight than 0200. Roll with it, ladies and gents.
Not a soul in sight.
A (snowless) chilly winter night.
Take a look up at the lines and the light.
P.S. I am not much of a photographer. I’m even less of a photo-editor, probably because I am limited to the free version of Picasa. But I try, and I’ll be trying even harder for you all.