February 2004 Archives
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
Moody BLues - Days of Future Past - 1966
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Zenit ET |
In other news, we are down to two days to go until we go and have the ultrasound at the doctor's office. I am really ecited and I know that Yuko is also. We have waited a long time and we want to know! Yuko and I are hoping the baby will be in the mood to let us tell just what kind of baby we are going to have.
This is a orchid that Yuko and I found when we made a trip to the Minnesota Zoo. It was taken with my trusty Zenit ET and Helios 44-4 58MM lens on expired Kodak 200 color film.
I am wondering if people really listen to song lyrics..... Here is an example from the Moody Blues, called Question, published in 1970. I think there are a lot of deep thoughts if we were only to listen.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
It's where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it's greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the wall of love is for.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.
And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true.
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.
I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she's waiting there for me.
But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose.
I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew.
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our souls.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
It's where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it's greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
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Holga |
In other news, we are shopping for another real estate agent after getting the blow off from one lady. I guess she wants only high rollers and not normal people like myself from working class people. Nothing like the blow off!
This is another picture form the roll that I took with my Holga at the St. Paul Ice Castle. I like the like leaks that are being shown here, do you? THis camera is pretty hit or miss when it comes to focusing and I am surprised that only 3 shots were fuzzy this time. I guess I am getting better at using it.
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Zenit E |
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