Once I had a color as red as a rose
My poem "The Bargain" has been accepted by Not One of Us; it features pomegranates and I wrote it last night out of a difficult day. Today has not been of the greatest, either, but at least ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch and I got out for a walk and I took photos before the light ran out.
The motive force of rhetoric aside, wearing a mask in a pandemic isn't heroic, it's the damn minimum of humanity, but that hasn't stopped some of us from looking like statues about it.
This house, on the other hand, looked distressingly like a metaphor.
Eastward over the train tracks from the Walnut Street Bridge.
A very bewildered tree on Gilman Street.
The McGrath Highway Bridge was built in 1926 and refurbished in 1983 and it feels like cheating to take pictures of it because it doesn't have a bad angle.
Sheeler and Strand, eat your hearts out.
I do not tire of steel riveted against the sky.
Nor of the people who explore them with me.
The last bands of sunset.
Frames of a train.
I loved how the sky curled over the street.
I didn't mark when Sarma acquired its cephalopod, but I approve.
This time last year was a blizzard and a medical emergency, but I really believe this time this year is even more stressful, and it should not be the case.
spatch and I got out for a walk and I took photos before the light ran out.
The motive force of rhetoric aside, wearing a mask in a pandemic isn't heroic, it's the damn minimum of humanity, but that hasn't stopped some of us from looking like statues about it.
This house, on the other hand, looked distressingly like a metaphor.
Eastward over the train tracks from the Walnut Street Bridge.
A very bewildered tree on Gilman Street.
The McGrath Highway Bridge was built in 1926 and refurbished in 1983 and it feels like cheating to take pictures of it because it doesn't have a bad angle.
Sheeler and Strand, eat your hearts out.
I do not tire of steel riveted against the sky.
Nor of the people who explore them with me.
The last bands of sunset.
Frames of a train.
I loved how the sky curled over the street.
I didn't mark when Sarma acquired its cephalopod, but I approve.
This time last year was a blizzard and a medical emergency, but I really believe this time this year is even more stressful, and it should not be the case.
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Sympathy, solidarity, and support. In nine months my skin hasn't stopped screaming at me, but. Other people.