“The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.”
― Where Water Comes Together with Other Water: Poems
Galatyn Park Fountain, Richardson, Texas
Water Comes Together With Other Water
Category Archives: Photography
The Swirling
“My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool.”
― The Book of Disquiet
Old photo of the Trinity River in flood stage, Dallas, Texas
Help Me Drown the Worm, Fellas
“The devil lives in a double-shot”, Roman explains himself obscurely. “I got a great worm inside. Gnaws and gnaws. Every day I drown him and every day he gnaws. Help me drown the worm, fellas.”
― The Neon Wilderness
Denton, Texas
I Enter A Swamp As A Sacred Place
“Thoreau the “Patron Saint of Swamps” because he enjoyed being in them and writing about them said, “my temple is the swamp… When I would recreate myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most impenetrable and to the citizen, most dismal, swamp. I enter a swamp as a sacred place, a sanctum sanctorum… I seemed to have reached a new world, so wild a place…far away from human society. What’s the need of visiting far-off mountains and bogs, if a half-hour’s walk will carry me into such wildness and novelty.”
― Walden and Other Writings
Bald Cypress Knees, Waco, Texas
The Girl With Many Eyes
“The Girl With Many Eyes
One day in the park
I had quite a surprise.
I met a girl
who had many eyes.She was really quite pretty
(and also quite shocking!)
and I noticed she had a mouth,
so we ended up talking.We talked about flowers,
and her poetry classes,
and the problems she’d have
if she ever wore glasses.It’s great to know a girl
who has so many eyes,
but you really get wet
when she breaks down and cries.”
―
Tattoo Parlor Window, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Laissez les bons temps rouler – from Bishop Arts Mardi Gras Parade – 2013
It Tolls For Thee
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
—-John Donne, Devotions on Emergent Occasions, Meditation XVII
Sunset on the Caribbean, taken what feels like a long, long time ago
Yesterday Anymore
“It’s not yesterday anymore”
―
Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Get Your Shit Together
Morty [to Summer]: Well then get your shit together, get it all together, and put it in a backpack, all your shit, so it’s together.
[pause]
And if you gotta take it somewhere, take it somewhere, you know. Take it to the shit store and sell it, or put it in the shit museum. I don’t care what you do, you just gotta get it together.
[pause]
Get your shit together.
—–Rick and Morty, Big Trouble in Little Sanchez
Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
What the Hell Are Those Things?
“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.”
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Back in the heady days of the Leaning Tower of Dallas (now, sadly Long Gone) I had to stop by to see the thing up close, commune with a group of people (also, sadly, now long gone) and get my traditional leaning tower of Dallas photo.
Leaning Tower of Dallas, Dallas, Texas
While I was at the fence you see in the photo above, as close to the tower as was allowed, I noticed four objects hanging from cables on the side of the tower. “What the hell are those things?” I asked the people around me.
At first I thought they might be vending machines left behind and hanging by their electrical cords out over the void. That is sort of what they looked like. It looked like glassed in rectangular objects with stuff at the bottom. I imagined a vaporized break area on an upper floor with the vending machines left behind clinging for life against the concrete core. I imagined bags of chips and candy bars hanging out there for the birds and brave squirrels to plunder. I put the telephoto lens on my camera and took a shot.
Mysterious objects on the side of the Leaning Tower of Dallas.
A small group gathered around my camera to look at the mystery on the tiny screen on the back. That gave enough magnification to be sure they weren’t vending machines. At any rate three of them looked exactly the same. I was disappointed.
It’s obvious that they were some sort of electrical things that probably supplied power to the elevator shafts in some way. Relays and capacitors and transformers and such. They are hanging by the stout high-voltage cables that electrical things have attached to them. Still a mystery, but less of a cool one.
Plants Do Not Feel Pain
“Junk turns the user into a plant. Plants do not feel pain since pain has no function in a stationary organism. Junk is a pain killer. A plant has no libido in the human or animal sense. Junk replaces the sex drive. Seeding is the sex of the plant and the function of opium is to delay seeding.
Perhaps the intense discomfort of withdrawal is the transition from plant back to animal, from a painless, sexless, timeless state back to sex and pain and time, from death back to life.”
― Junky
Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas
Bill Chance 