Outside another yellow moon/ has punched a hole in the nighttime…

Lousy telephone camera. This thing was amazing. And yellow.

IMG_20140516_222514How bright and big and yellow was it? Bright and yellow and big enough to stopper my usual reaction of, “There’s that same damn moon that so many people who are dead and dust now looked up and wondered at, that gently lies to each of us that it is for us.” That bright and big and yellow. Anyway.


  1. The biggest lie is that we can ever get a picture that begins to capture what we see.


  2. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

    [I]f a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you don’t think, ‘oh, I love this picture because it’s universal.’ ‘I love this painting because it speaks to all mankind.’ That’s not the reason anyone loves a piece of art. It’s a secret whisper from an alleyway. Psst, you. Hey kid. Yes you… An individual heart-shock. […] [A] really great painting is fluid enough to work its way into the mind and heart through all kinds of different angles, in ways that are unique and very particular. Yours, yours. I was painted for you.

    From a speech by Hobie, a master cabinetmaker and all-around æsthete, in The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt. New York: Little, Brown and Company, 2013.

  3. And yet I too was wondering how this same moon outside
    over this Soldiers Grove fair
    could look down on La Mesa
    and find you there…


  4. The best things in life are free!

    • Spoiler Redacted says

      I’m not dead yet. But a whole lot of people who thought they could just slap a pair of brackets on me and walk away are.

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