long enough into long

Posted on Dec 5th, 2006 by

edit: please check out my Grandmother, author Helen Weber's latest book: Holocaust Mosaic

Stare long enough into long dimensions of self
and I feel both trivial
and divine
Aware my flesh reorganizes to water
my soul
with effort becomes purpose
and water

Sit in Small Spaces and pause

and you will hear a familiar

song

Slideman in B&W

Slideman.... friend. Captured during a random meeting on Main Street in the small town we both live in.

Mikah is the best improvisational jazz trombonist I've ever heard.

Funny thing is, he's learning bass guitar, and wants to jam sometime, with my novice-self....

We both agree, it's the organic groove that emerges between players that is the reason we play at all.

She came to visit with me in the Public Market I own and manage. I was intently doing business with a new merchant (wine? for our new Hobbit Shoppe).... so she left, but returned later.

This time, I would wait... while she paused for an over-due massage.

Several kids ran around the market fountain nearby, as the masseuse kneaded. The woman with the strong hands asked if the children were interfering with her relaxation... She replied serenely ... 'all i can hear is the fountain.... and the sound of his shutter'

:::

We held a community Thanksgiving at the market...

Turkey Scalpel

Thanksgiving Vin

tall

Viroqua Public

Fencing

New Display Cases in The Market

A new energy sweeps into the town plaza... or fledgling pubic market... A ten foot vintage display case from Dahl Drug store... going out of business 'cause of Walgreens after 100 years.

At least one of their beautiful cases will live on at the town Public Market.

Evolution before our eyes.

We are actively adding small micro-merchant display areas in a grid we designed around the market hall

In a few weeks we launch...

the Hobbit Shoppe... a 'green' structure within the market landscape with an overflowing stock of merchandise.... some of the 'best of the market'

Night parade

Parades are for Kids

sueno

according to the young girl who rescued her, this little pero was maltreated. When my ma first got her she would cower at everything. Now, after re learning trust... she sleeps.

Apprehension with handgun

Gunbelt

One of my sisters many cats... she's in love with each one, as you can see.

This clever cat, the most highly evolved intellectually of the lot, can close cabinet doors behind him (as to ambush the other cats), among many other parlor tricks.

contract

(movie pre-production)

hooded

Magnificent 3rd annual Christmas Fair

and then the babe would not let him go.

with arms years from teenage, the small boy held the kitten as if just born, both but toddlers, both with unusually complex
character.... and grip.

Chicago by

Train

oh, glorious rails

Swampland Amtrak Adjacent

Eastbound at Speed

Chitown Drawbridge

We did some ice cream business

and I lingered with my Chitown peeps

each unaware of the others

as we held council

under ice crystals

the El

and

brown bottle

tears

Skylight

Horse Carries Apple

BMW

paparazzi

Cabbie Philosopher

The drunkards in the back seat of the cab... teased our cabbie a bit.. asking if the radio worked.

He turned on... jazz, and shrugged them off....

As I tried to get a shot, that I never did get, I heard him say, from the driver's seat, almost like he was talking to himself...

"Wait until the sun is two fingers high"...

I didn't comprehend at first... finally it clicked....

wait for the proper light!

Then I saw the old SLR in the seat between us.

Indeed, he was a philosopher photographer... and felt like a brother

digits

They were new ER nurses, I was a green ER attending....

Grips

Two of Viroqua

Webster Wine Bar, Webster Ave, Chicago...

I snapped this of Sibby at the bar with my friend's sister's husband's cousins

when I looked at the result

I saw Sibby

and I saw my friend Jason, who I haven't seen in about a year, sitting next to Sibby. Jason's also of Viroqua.

...

a few minutes after surprising Jason with my big smile...

our server tapped me on the shoulder

...she asked if i was from Viroqua...

turns out she rented part of our market to work out in last Summer, and her father lives on some land near town.

As the house light came on, I laughed with her... I said, I'm sure we'd cross paths again soon, somewhere perhaps on a sidestreet in Viroqua.

Bridge to Past Present

Frigid

Bridge Rivets

Drawtower

My brothers and sisters, left behind in the sometimes wasteland and the frequently cold, at least tonight
but each having their message
hand delivered...
they begin with
"gettin' on
that 2 o'cock
northbound
Tomah train"

but now miles away
I smile and say
I wonder what was on that card?