0122 First painting in six years.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Friday, March 11, 2005
0110
Secondary infection. Bronchitis. Sinus infection. Penicillin. Really should not have been out in all that snow. At least I convinced an RN to get me some antibiotics. Havent shot anything but the bare minimum for work. Next week? Next week.
Monday, March 07, 2005
0109
Hello friends. Pics are suddenly slow in coming and the cold wont stay away. Shouldnt have been running around in the snow with a tripod at night.
Working the late shift now, so driving home around 11 last week I caught sight of a bright object high in the air. It looked to be glowing, different from when a plane flies at night, and it seemed to be zipping back and fourth above the horizon. I'm driving down the highway, and I am thinking that it has to be a plane, I'm in the flight path for the airport. But I'm also thinking, at the same time, that this is it. You know what I mean. It's happening right now, right in front of you. I argue back and forth with myself. You'll feel silly if its just a plane. But look at the way it glows, like a second moon. Planes dont look like that, I know what planes at night look like. And if you ignore it, it will go away and never come back. It is there for you. UFO stories always involve a deep and personal connection between the witness and the mystery, a sense of having been selected. And to refuse the mystery is almost damning.
So for one second I believe. One thrillling second, and I'm reaching into my camera bag and changing to the long lense to get it. And the moment I do that the light changes, banks left, and I can see that it is a plane, that what I was seeing was it's headlights pointing directly at me through a misty cloudcover and magnifying. A plane on its approach to landing. It was a trick of the light, a trick of the light. I put the camera down and resume my drive, my face flushed and my heart beating, feeling foolish and wild.
Working the late shift now, so driving home around 11 last week I caught sight of a bright object high in the air. It looked to be glowing, different from when a plane flies at night, and it seemed to be zipping back and fourth above the horizon. I'm driving down the highway, and I am thinking that it has to be a plane, I'm in the flight path for the airport. But I'm also thinking, at the same time, that this is it. You know what I mean. It's happening right now, right in front of you. I argue back and forth with myself. You'll feel silly if its just a plane. But look at the way it glows, like a second moon. Planes dont look like that, I know what planes at night look like. And if you ignore it, it will go away and never come back. It is there for you. UFO stories always involve a deep and personal connection between the witness and the mystery, a sense of having been selected. And to refuse the mystery is almost damning.
So for one second I believe. One thrillling second, and I'm reaching into my camera bag and changing to the long lense to get it. And the moment I do that the light changes, banks left, and I can see that it is a plane, that what I was seeing was it's headlights pointing directly at me through a misty cloudcover and magnifying. A plane on its approach to landing. It was a trick of the light, a trick of the light. I put the camera down and resume my drive, my face flushed and my heart beating, feeling foolish and wild.
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