Ri @ MindSay

Perhaps to mix it all up?

Longing to be somewhere warmer? Me too. I've been a busy person but that won't keep me away from here.


I love this picture but I think I may like this one a little more. We ate at a great deli/restaurant called Anthony's Seafood. The stuffies are to die for!


Paths4byzantium pointed out this abandoned house in the middle of town. Something about it really intrigues me.


Here is the diner that was mentioned in the previous post.


On the cliff walks again with Josh and Mom. (Oh, Nomad, here is the picture I was telling you about. Teehee)


I asked Josh to take a picture of us Gals on the rocks.

I have one last post left that will have the pictures from our RI trip. I will either post them tomorrow or Monday depending on my schedule. Till then my friends!!

Baby it's cold outside. Anyone want to trade some warm weather with mine?

To help distract here are some more pictures.


This wasn't a planned shot but I loved how the lights give that oh-so-eerie feel. They were waiting in the car for me while I was getting in some final photos.


My pictures are totally out of order but I really don't care right now. :) Here is Chi-town(chicago) on our way home in the (cold) early morning hours.


My first shot from my new camera evah. Obviously its Josh on our way OUT to RI. :P


In a great Irish pub in Newport. We played some billiards, drank a little & had a yummy batch of foodstuffs. Not to mention the bartender was a real cutie and her accent really got me. ;)


Taken at the cliffwalks. Apparently this batch is a Josh heavy bunch.

AND as a final treat here is a drawing that I finished yesterday. Please see it full view to see the details.


Glimpses of You. by *ForeverKnight on deviantART

Well, was supposed to go hiking today in Connecticut, but it stormed all night, and apparently it's still raining there. May try to go there tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm going to post a little bit, and Ronnie and I (trying to slip back into the friendship we had and hopefully always will have) are going to either go to a nature preserve just off the coast of South County (Ninigret Island) or to a secluded mountain in the southwest corner of this state.

Been doing a lot of writing, but this time I'm posting someone else's poem. Pablo Neruda was one of my influences when I was publishing poetry in San Francisco, and subsequently, he's one of the ones I go back to when I'm thinking a lot. (Maybe thinking too much... I can't help but shake the feeling that I've been doing just that.)

Still poise

I would like not to know, not to dream
Who could show me how not to be,
how to live without going on living?

How does water continue?
What heaven do stones have?

Still, at the point where migrating birds
hang in their apogee,
and then fly on in their arrows
to the icy archipelagos.

Still, with a secret life
like a subterranean city,
and the days sliding by
like ever escaping drops;
nothing exhausted or dying
on the way to our rebirth,
to our own return to life
in the steps of the buried spring,
of all that lay deep and lost,
interminably still,
and which now swims up from unbeing
to become a branch in flower.

I must add that the word he uses is immovil, 'still' as in immobile, and not siempre, which is how 'still' sounds to us at the beginning of the last stanza.

Anyway, more later. May post some of my own later on.