I was thinking of uploading the pictures i took today to g+. But the resolution there indeed is way too low. That's why i put them here. Each picture in turn is clickable. With middle click you can get maximum resolution.
All the pictures below are taken at Tryon State Park, Portland, Oregon.
Confidants, my mountains entered in the fog
Old bells made of bronze ring on abbey's roofs
When it smells like winter all the weddings froze
For us lunatics, impossible grooms.
Winds and beasts together come at you to pray
Blizzard over me fallen like a noose
I would make your wedding with a town of sleighs
Driven among lanterns with the starry horses.
Dress in white, my bride, beautifully shine
This is how it should for the play i play
Later each of us will be going home
Closed among the hills mystery will stay.
'Till all this will happen you'll be growing gray
All for me will come in the later day
It will be some wedding, we should have no fear
You'll take care of me, i will love you, dear.
Here i brought your bride, mountains closed with night
Weddings of the beasts happen in the mountains
Forests made of scents, wood that's made of sighs
Are the dancing hall of the future wedding.
Candles of the wedding in their paws the bears
Wolves are blowing in (the) fire of the sheepfold
In the rolling down we're unite by birth
You won't be my bride, i won't be your husband.
I invite you all to the wedding blue
Where the bells are pulling silver out of blue
Is too bad, for this isn't our wedding
Is too bad, to death i've been given husband.
Today i woke up with things of the past in my mind. The recent past. The distant past. Pieces of the big puzzle were never closer. By looking at, also figuring very outrageous things. Choking me in the morning. Outrageous to me, scandalous to others. More than scandalous. Sad.
Would i have enough time to reevaluate all my life in the light of freshly discovered facts?
What for? Should i say "what i know now" and upset a lot of people? Good, working people, not like me, that carry the world on their shoulders as i write?
I came to the computer to read the news. Romney getting closer. All of us getting closer. The usual paradigma. Increase of activity in other areas of the world. A local guy, rebellious again. Or another scripted thing. Other things. I can't remember what i was reading on g+ when the door next door went yet again "slam!". Al my thoughts were scrambled. As sad as they were they started trembling. My mood switched from frightened/sad to frightened/scrambled. Some neurotransmitters off the scale. Others, depleted.
Choking turned to anxiety. People who have good neighbors should not take them for granted. But how would i know?
Yesterday i wanted to go to a Romanian church in Beaverton to talk to some people. I could barely steer the car. It is out of alignment. Again. At 60 mph it is hard to control. Looks like the toe (angle) is off by some some 0.5 degrees. Now i need to call Les Schwab again. It's been two weeks since the last alignment and last time was working fine. Or drive all the way to Aloha and raise the daily hell again.
