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Can that ache be filled with temporary solutions?

What happens when the singing brook slows to an alto winter, When fall dips into the frozen places? How do I fill the space between those temporary satisfactions, Those amorous sauces, dripping from fragrant cedars, How do I keep old reeking thoughts from sneaking into the intervals? Do not think back to the bygone days of ho ho ho’s and turkey! Do not go charging in between the status and the quid pro quos, Do not be trapped in that gnarled internal landscape, Bitten away from the valves of life,   Take care! When life is sailing along in the straits, When the winds sing out through the rigging, When honey flows in the pantry loaves, When today’s new ghosts haunt up the holds,   When the day is alive for the living, Abandon the helm and the charts and debates, Cast your bow to the wind and the fates, Take care! William Glackens, American, 1870-1938, wash and graphite on paper Fleet of Transports just before the start, Tampa Bay, June

Can that Ache Be Filled with Temporary Solutions? also: William Glackens

What happens when the singing brook slows to an alto winter, When fall dips into the frozen places? How do I fill the space between those temporary satisfactions, Those amorous sauces, dripping from fragrant cedars? How do I keep old reeking thoughts from sneaking into the intervals? Do not think back to the bygone days of ho ho ho’s and turkeys, Do not go charging in between the status and the quid pro quos, Do not be trapped in that gnarled landscape, Bitten away from the valves of life, Take care! When life is sailing along in the straits, When the winds sing out through the rigging, When honey flows into the pantry loaves, When today’s new ghosts haunt up the holds, When the day is alive for the living, Abandon your cares to the wind and the fates, Abandon the helm to the life it creates, Take care! William Glackens, American, 1870-1938, wash and graphite on paper:Fleet of Transports just before the start, Tampa Bay, June 13 1898--Prints and Photographs
Yes!  Look at that nice empty space.....but, I mean, What happened to the Shed? Wasn't there a Shed down there? Here, shed, shed, shed Ahhhhhh. Smell that new cut wood! Mmmmmmm

An Epic Saga of Serious Workers Reconstructing a Small Shed: in Four Movements

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Excited and happy workers planning reconstruction of small shed. Workers Looking Forward Busy workers happily begin reconstructing Happy Workers Reconstructing Ladder-sitting reconstructor finishing up Happy Worker Finishing Up Workers contemplating small shed reconstruction results Workers Contemplating

On The Nature of Faith

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Bursting with hope of a new life to come paltry  under-nourished  single-blossom twiggy  green  stick of a plant staked out a plot in the center of things. Catching fire in that messy dirt Growing into the waiting days Sticking to it. Small flowers stick to it

West Indian Parade: Brooklyn!

Well, actually this particular Jamaican/Guyanese dancing girl is from  New Jersey...