This effort is suffering from bottom of the basket syndrome. You know the things you want to do, but never quite get to because everything else piles up on top of it. So as a respite, I’ll post this poem. I like writing. I like poetry. I am not a great poet, but perhaps you will enjoy this.

This Heart
This heart
has taken flight
thinks it is a cormorant
wheeling on currents
off sharp Bodega bluffs

This heart
has filled itself with yellows
thinks it is a sun.

This heart
caged and confined for so long
is dancing slow waltzes and slinky hip-hop

This time
I remember the brown bread,
sweet butter
when I call!

Tags: Poems, Nature, Relationship

Quite possibly, with an assist from My Space (in the kitchen with a candlestick) and LinkedIn and...

In fact with all the social networking sites out there, which make sharing things like photos, notes, common interests so much easier to manage than the impossible to find website, unless you are really using a site to sell something or trying to become blogger of the year, it is almost crazy to keep a personal site.

Not that stops folks. Heck, here I am posting this...

This site started in two ways: first, it seemed odd to have a personal email address and not have a site to go with it. People check (you checked!). Second, I had yet to discover how much easier it is to share photos on Facebook (or Flikr) than uploading them here.

So what you will find now is a couple of photo albums that I posted some time ago. I still like the pics, so here they stay.

But what is changing (maybe), is posting some thoughts on the changes we are seeing all around us in California and the United States. But that is the next post...