hotel blues
Whenever I find myself involuntary pausing before photographers, I quietly take to a ship in my head. Especially with a guitar at hand.
Whenever I find myself involuntary pausing before photographers, I quietly take to a ship in my head. Especially with a guitar at hand.
Normally I let the wind take me where it will but lately I’ve been bitten with inspiration. As part of my determination to follow through with this awakening I’m adopting my blog domain to be my new alias as a solo artist.
From now on dragonflycollector.com will house my future solo musical endeavors!
“It seemed an advantage to be traveling alone. Our responses to the world are crucially moulded by the company we keep, for we temper our curiosity to fit in with the expectations of others… Being closely observed by a companion can also inhibit our observation of others; then, too, we may become caught up in adjusting ourselves to the companion’s questions and remarks, or feel the need to make ourselves seem more normal than is good for our curiosity.” ― Alain de Botton, The Art of Travel
I found myself
surrounded with trees,
trees common
to the eye except one
that stood out
sun-streaked, enveloped
in sweet air, neglected
at first sight
“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” – Kahlil Gibran
At first I wasn’t that excited upon seeing a trail of post about David Bowie’s new album “The Next Day” coming out on March 12. This morning while having coffee, I decided to click on a random link on my news feed.