Foolish gibberish
I have been so busy with so many things the past few weeks and have failed to mention or celebrate that it is National Poetry Month! eek!
Please enjoy this Ferlinghetti poem I recorded 3 years ago with my colleague for our annual poetry slam. Her husband is playing the bongos! 😀
Here is a pinhole shot of the winter-ized entrance to Timberline Lodge. This was shot during the last Pinhole Mayhem outing, in February.
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Camera: Terrapin Bijou
Film: Fuji Acros 100
Exposure time: 16 seconds
A friend reminded me that a couple of days ago was the death anniversary of Kurt Cobain. 😦 His blog post got me thinking about what my favorite Nirvana song is. A very hard choice. But I think my favorite Nirvana song is “About A Girl.”  I read (or heard) somewhere that is what fell out of his brain after listening to the Beatles all night. And, indeed, it has that jaunty, old time, rock and roll feel to it, with an edge.
So that thought came and went and I went about my business. Then yesterday as I walked home from work guess what song randomly popped up on my iTunes? Yep. About A Girl.
It’s always great to hear it and revisiting the MTV Unplugged video fills me with a little bit of sadness.
This is part 2 of my playtime with my new-to-me Ansco Pix Panoramic camera. Read part one here.
I took the camera with me on a walk at Wildwood Park on Mt Hood. Here are the shots. I really like how these came out, for the most part.
I don’t have a blog post planned for you today so please accept this for a blog post: a photo of my second sighting of Trillium of the season (the best harbinger of Spring  and my favorite flower), and a story about something that happened about an hour ago.
So my mom texted me and my siblings on Friday. She was thinking about my Uncle Will because it is the 3 year anniversary of his passing. Just a little note to say she missed him. we had a  nice chat about him and I mentioned that I would go check on his grave over the weekend. My mom asked me to “share a beer with him” and I said I would (This has been a tradition, whenever my mom visits we visit his grave site and drink a beer with him).
So the weekend came and went and I completely and totally forgot to check on his grave.
I didn’t even remember until and hour ago when a patron visited me at the desk and talked to me about the Cherryville Cemetery. She has been involved in the cleanup for the past few years and is very familiar with my uncle and his connection to the place. She is interested in learning about the history of the area. We had a nice long chat about him.
It was really weird. I haven’t talked about the Cherryville Cemetery with anyone for a very long time. I am feeling like it was the Universe giving me a little nudge.
I need to go check on his grave.
Blatherskite 