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Fog on the river

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“One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, “We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I’ll make one. I’ll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I’ll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I’ll make a sound that’s so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I’ll make me a sound and an apparatus and they’ll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.”

The Fog Horn blew.”
Ray Bradbury, The Fog Horn

1/22/17

© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017

Life is a lovely thing, get out of your shell, and live it

img_8878-2I wake.

I breathe.

The day begins.

What adventures does it bring?

Morning walk.

Mist and fog,

before the dawn.

Sunrise as I walk.

Sun illuminates the mist and fog,

another glorious day.

Coffee with a loved one,

morning conversation.

Bike ride in the fog.

The world looks different,

there is no distance,

everything is up close.

Take pictures in the fog.river-in-fog

Talk to random strangers,

discuss the world.

The fog also seems to muzzle the sounds.

Can’t even see across the river.

Talk to other photographers,

each of us catching altered views of reality.

Message some friends who like to take images.

Say its a beautiful day,

come out an play.

Bike by a man,

I’m homeless and hungry, he says.

Turn the bike back,

He tells me a same old story,

I must have heard a 100 times.

I’m not from here,

I need to get to NY.

Think about a friend whose,

brilliant homeless sister just died,

give him money for breakfast,

and we shake hands.

Swim at YMCA,

in the locker room,

the TV is on.

We all talk about our reality,

versus the latest from Trump,

different views,

but same reality,

a few really insightful comments.

Ride home,

the fog is lifting,

manage to catch up with my loved one,

switch to tea, and write more words.

A great start to the day.

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© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2017

 

Montreal Stairs 7

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The beauty of outdoor stairs is that they extend the rooms of the house onto the street.  They provide a porch for people who do not have porches. They provide a space to sit and watch the street, that is not on of of the street.  You are and are not in public when you are on a stair.

11/30/16

© words and pictures by Dan DeMarle 2016