Moon Over. . .

I don't know from where this photo comes. I can give no credit.

The Harvest Moon shines bright here. One can hardly stand it. But there it hangs beyond the wispy clouds that traipse across its visage. I tried making photographs, but it was of little use. They were the same ones I've made a peck of times over the years. My friend, the moon.

I thought of much and moved little today. I might think that I wasted the day if I were so inclined. But I am not. We do what we must.

I am writing this tonight to post in the morning. I don't know if I will feel like writing then. I am on the verge of shutting down for awhile. I did not go to Anna Tomczak's house to work this weekend, and I feel terrible about it. I did nothing. I have not taken a photograph for a long time now. I have done little. I am faking, that is all.

I remember looking at a big full moon when I was a kid. Fireflies flew all about. Can that be? A bright red sunset that made me think of the song "Ghost Riders in the Sky." No, it cannot be. It all starts to jumble together at some point to make poetry.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQlYgt8YBDk&feature=player_embedded#