Joyce Kilmer: Trees

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

 

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,   
But only God can make a tree.

IT'S ALIIIIIIIVE!!!

 

After a few months of tech problems, Legend of Helga updates again!

In other tech news: I got my computer from a lump of metal that doesn't work to a lump of metal that turns on and then doesn't work. Progress. Slow, inevitable progress.

Where Google Maps Can't Find Me

I, for the life of me, can't figure out what sort of vehicle this was

I drove across this...

...this "bridge" twice.

I made a boat.

It floats.

No matter how far away you think you are...

Someone was there first.

A Day in Pictures

Coffee Cans and Broken Microwaves. All your abandoned shack needs.

I thought only one wall was standing. Then I realized it was the roof.

It was too cold.

Andee's Art!

What's the point of having a blog and being an artist if you can't use it to promote your art?

Bosak

I Used to Love My Ex

Politics

Dirigible

Wanna see this stuff in person? Check out the Vertin Gallery in Calumet. Wanna own this stuff in person? E-mail me at mintyandee[at]gmail[dot]com and I will hook you up.

Legend of Helga

My readers have been wondering what is up with the Legend of Helga site (and by "readers" I mean "mom").

Well, as I've previously discussed before, I've had some terminal computer problems. Which is why I've hired my brother to deal with the digital end of things. He's in charge of figuring what bugged up the site so that it's in it's current condition and posting (and probably re-posting) the pages from here to the foreseeable future.

I mailed off all my complete pages, which he has since received and gotten all of them scanned in. He is in the process of tweaking them and hopefully we will be business as usual this Thursday. Hoooopefully.

Luckily, despite all this technical trouble, I've not lost my audience (and by "audience" I mean "mom").

Cross your fingers for me (and my brother) kids.

Calumet Waterworks

10:40 pm

Since yesterday was the first of June, and therefore in my mind, the first day of summer (a wrong thought on oh-so-many levels) I thought I'd go swimming. In Lake Superior. At 11:00 at night (I went for a beach run first). When the wind was recorded blowing at 50 mph. In conclusion: I am an idiot.

Aside from being really really REALLY cold, it was beautiful.

Prayer for the Terminally Stupid Swimmer

If I die in this Great Lake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

May my body sink deep down,

In the place where I have drown,

And those who cry and morn,

Those who are forlorn,

Those who shed tears at my wake,

Know the Lord my soul did take.