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Sick

Three days ago, I caught a bug. It’s not enough that my allergies have been kicking my ass. Imagine throwing up, feeling the mucus still draining in your throat, then gagging on it. Rinse and repeat.

I started the 365 Project a wee bit late, but I’ve had the insatiable urge to play with my camera and this gives me an excuse. But the combination of my laziness (three photos for the month so far?) and the fever from hell may hinder my progress.

And in case I forget: Happy Chinese New Year!

Where are you going, and what do you wish?


wooden shoe, originally uploaded by *vrf*.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe —
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea —
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish—
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam —
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea —
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod by Eugene Field

Key West

Pigeons!

This remains my favorite picture from our brief stint in Key West. It’s been nearly five years and I’m still drawn to the place. The colors! The pirates! My mind’s spent much of the last week at the corner of Truman and Duval. Someday I hope to return in the flesh.