WHERE'S THE ARK?

You know - the ark. Just wonderin' because the rains are still coming down, and I'd really like to be on the 'continuing species' list, or at least on the 'i get to stay dry' one.  I'm rather soaked through at the moment - taking refuge in the local library, and hoping that the downpour will stop before i have to leave.

does rain make one more pensive?  all that water going down and then back up into the atmosphere and sliding down hills and rushing to oceans. Does it remind you of all the crazy running around we do?  And make you wonder what fer? Or does the up and down and round and round bring you to think of a carousel ride, and does that make you smile with past pleasure?  Or does the rain on the window make you cry?
For myself, out and about in town, with shoes that are not made like they used to be, it means wet feet.  Does Payless have to mean worthless?  Where is the Italian shoemaker of old, who knew a craft?
I have paper towels stuffed into the cheap walkers, absorbing all the puddles i had to go through.

But on to music - I'm having fun reworking and refining all my songs; discovering new ideas and melodies; focusing on that rather than finding gigs.  piano, piano....
Got some pics from the Canada Day artists' display:

Wouldn't you like to buy this lovely CD, peoples?

Or maybe this one, mister customer?

Harvey, artist, and his paintings

George manning the gallery proper

The founder's wishes for the community

Outdoor artist's display

Some oldey timey ironing thangs

A family taking in the displays

And the other night, after one of the many rainstorms, I looked up from my work to see the sky, and the whole world a lovely pink colour.  I ran for the camera, but it couldn't capture it.  The gorgeous sky just came out white - totally unlike the reality.  The closest I got was this one image of the window and its light:

Pinkish, but nothing like the colour outside

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And lastly, sometimes I feel like my brain is melting in many ways,and only the occasional little purple starbursts:

Blowin' up real good

The brain insane falls mainly on the vain