Author: approximately

I excessively dwell on the past.

Richard Avedon, Bob Dylan, musician, Central Park, New York, February 10, 1965, Gelatin silver print, 19-1/2 x 15-5/8″,
© 2008 The Richard Avedon Foundation.

I saw this photograph at the Foam Museum in Amsterdam. It was by chance that I found the museum, and on the last day of the exhibit’s showing. Ambling through room after room of Avedon photographs—authentic prints that’d been worked by his very hands. It was by and far one of the most glorious events of my life.

Oh, so beautiful.

It was my last visit to London. I remember taking the Underground to St. John’s Wood, then talking to a handsome fellow working at the station. He gave me a map to Abbey Road and I walked the several blocks through a quiet neighborhood, absorbing the tranquil houses and beautiful gray skies. I remember making the cross, in the same footsteps as John, Paul, Ringo, George and tourists. I remember that afternoon, walking Abbey Road by myself on a rainy Sunday. I had strangers take my photograph. I ran my hands across the worn graffiti on the walls of Abbey Road Studios, thinking of the Beatles, and the 60’s, fortune and luck. How lucky I was to be in London…

It aches. I miss every step of the journey, every day, every single day, all the time.

I bought a BIG, shiny new book today (that cost an arm and a leg).

I’m hoping this is the onset of something fantastic.

And,

I’m sinking.

I heard this song on a preview for a show on TLC and absolutely couldn’t resist it. Apologies for the emo child that (creepily) stares…and…doesn’t…move throughout the video. Let that be a lesson. Close your eyes if it helps, this song has sunny day written all over it. Love.

A busy week, and a slow weekend—I’m hoping to
make it through the upcoming days, successfully.

Despite all that’s well there is, something
slightly skewed, slightly missing, terribly
obviously awry.

This is tired.

Swinging lines of hungry minds
Catching eyes and awkward ties
Measured sighs and flying time
To go.