BirchLane.net
August 2004
Tuesday 31
John Constable, John Constable.
Monday 30
Wooden Ships.
Sunday 29
Jack in the Bean Stalk or Jacob's Ladder?
Saturday 28
Trust.
Friday 27
Turn Turn Turn. All day yesterday I could not get the Byrds song out of my mind; not that I wanted, but where did it come from: Whitman and his "Leaves of Grass"
or simply the realization life moves on and forward and turn turn turn.
Thursday 25
Unusual Gifts. Last night I received the following e-mail (edited):
i like your work (and your higher-brain/spiritual approach). i will put you on the list of photographers to recommend to my client. And this morning I read the following:
truer beauty ne'er known
than the soul of a peaceful man...
Bruce......you continue to amaze me with your posts and I will say with all certainty that you stand above when it comes to reviewing my appreciation for humanity. it seems every day that I am thankful for something you've given us. a very humble and earnest, thank you, Bruce.Thinking back to this image
my first and only zine of poems, maybe it is the drawing (or, who knows, the title--or both!) seems oddly prophetic. People tell me everyday my gifts are unusual.
Wednesday 24
A Friend. I was wondering today what happened to this friend who traveled to some foreign land with her friend , lived, I believe in a tent. She would like this quote:
Before you speak, ask yourself, is it kind, is it necessary,
is it true, does it improve on the silence?
-Sai Baba, "The Wisdom of the Hindu Gurus,"
Tuesday 24
Chelsea.
Monday 23
Morning Light.
Sunday 22
Autumn Arrives.
Saturday 21
First Rain and Then Splash of Color.
Friday 20
Someone writes:
Thursday 19
On Reading Poetry.
Wednesday 18
Fingertips.
Tuesday 17
Photo Shoot.
Monday 16
Two Brothers.
Sunday 15
Church Windows.
It stopped raining around noon and I went for a walk:
Saturday 14
Garlic.
Friday 13
"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning."
~Louis L'AmourThursday 12
Birthdays and Bandages.
Wednesday 11
Tuesday 10
The Accident.
Boy loses two fingertips in Look Park accident
NORTHAMPTON - A 16-year-old boy was rushed to the hospital Monday morning after his hand got caught in a log-splitting machine at Look Park and the tips of two fingers were cut off.
Daryl Barone, of 8 Birch Lane, Florence, had his middle and ring fingertips on his right hand cut off between the first knuckles and fingernail, according to information from police and Look Park spokeswoman Leslee Nuttelman.
He was taken to Cooley Dickinson Hospital just after the 11 a.m. accident, but his fingertips, which had been found and packed in ice, could not be reattached, according to his mother, Elizabeth Barone.
Nuttelman said he briefly appeared in the park's office later in the day and appeared to be cheerful.
''He's been in good spirits,'' Elizabeth Barone said.
The medical treatment will be paid by worker's compensation, Nuttelman said. Since he was a part-time seasonal worker, he had no health insurance through Look Park, she said.
The park cuts firewood, which is provided free to all its picnic sites, about once a week, Nuttelman said.
_ KIMBERLY ASHTON (Daily Hampshire Gazette)
Monday 09
The List.
To do that which ought not to be done will bring ruin,
And not to do that which ought to be done will also bring ruin.
Embark upon an action after careful thought. It is folly to say,
"Let us begin the task now and think about it later."
Unless painstakingly performed, a task will not succeed
Even if men in multitudes support it.
-Tirukkural 47: 466-468
Sunday 08
I made a great dinner for my kids:
Deep Fried Calamari
Marinated Grilled Tenderloin
Sauted Asparagus with Virgin Olive Oil and Parmesan Cheese
Oven Baked Potatoes with Sea Salt
Field Greens Salad
Black Bean / Salsa "French" Bread
I went to a great music performace around the corner and heard
Lori McKenna
If you have not heard, you should!!!
Listen to Lori McKenna samples here. Listen to LONESTAR !!!
Saturday 07
Leaves of Grass.
Friday 06
Art & Commerce. (ADD: SHELLEY)
[A work of art] that's genuine and sincere and grounded in actuality. And later on that becomes valuable to everybody as a benchmark or reference point for truthfulness about your actual experience or your awareness of your own experience. And it makes other people more aware of their own experience--of the poignancy of their own experience. ...So the common element there in poetry, painting, seems to be seeing your subjective mythology as a sacred world. Painting or writing about that sacred world as the sacred or sacramental view of your own subjective experience. Realizing it's the only experience you actually have on earth, and you only have it once when you're alive. Does that make sense?
--Allen Ginsberg
Thursday 05
A To DO List.
Wednesday 04
Fear No Evil.
Tuesday 03
Meditation.
As a great fish swims between the banks of a river as it likes, so does the shining Self move between the states of dreaming and waking.
-Brihadaranyaka Upanishad
Monday 02
Rainbow.
Sunday 01
Yesterday.