We’re not really arguing

OK now.
Let’s not get carried away
or anything

Just sit down.

Or don’t sit down.
I don’t really care.

I’m sitting.

Fine.

Look, you’ve got some objections
and I know that this is valid.

There’s not really
at it’s heart
a disagreement here.

Sure, it’s a disagreement
but our views aren’t that far apart.

You know.
Views as in perspective.

It’s not like I think you’re wrong.
It’s just that I disagree.

Yeah, no, it’s not like a fight.
It’s a difference of opinion.
Both are valid.
This is just what we think.
Each of us
separately.

He Was Called

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SF-esque

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I’ve got work to do

then I started procrastinating
then I started writing a procrastinators’ manifesto
now I’m reduced to reading random posts
and self observation

time for a break

but I’ve got to work

I get up and pace
in and out of the office
furiously

why am I agitated?

my head
my left shoulder
I can’t remember anybody’s name
I can’t . . .
my feet give out
I fall
in the hall
looking closely at the carpet
the dirty carpet
with motes of dust slowly settling

such a beautiful pattern
gently quickly unfolding
seeing through the wall
everybody
like a surprise party

I’ve been on vacation a long time
so happy to be home.

Thin little branches in the snow

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Flooded woods

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That gray band near the top is the near distant river that’s flooded (in May, 2011). So there’s a bunch of vertical reflection in the water which I’ve messed with a bunch, along with the magnification, ‘n’ stuff.

Trying to channel a little Turner

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If Turner were dead today . . .

Turner managed to make part of a canvas look whiter than white. In the 60s there were detergents that also claimed to achieve “whiter than white”. It’s like somehow that white next to the buttery yellows makes it pop.