PRO-Q, digital equalizer, Cubase, composer creating soundtrack on “Hanging Around with a Friend”, Olympia, Washington, USA on Flickr.
The polished prow of black Egyptian reed ship slowly became a computer headset, as Word swam into vision - the frog jumped off the sliding glass door and into the house where I slept. Parking my other stuff, I took off my hat in some strange maneuver to use to flush the little green fellow out of carpeted corners and back to the very wet outside deck. Fall in the Olympian evergreen forests carried by streams of cool water falling on a warm night –little green tree frogs falling with the rain.Billy knocked and asked me if I was ok – after using the bathroom. “Wasn’t me,” I said, “I haven’t left the room since you last passed through and I told you about the little frog jumping into the house.“Billy said “But you shut the door, and I could hear you coughing in there.”“Nope, I haven’t moved since you were last here.” Billy looked at the ceiling and played his experience back he said, “Oh - That was Pa in there – he shut the door and was coughing and making sounds in the bathroom.” “I think we should talk to your dad about hanging around,” I said thinking back on noises from last night and my occasional strange dream of dying with old men.“If he likes hanging around here then we should let him,” Billy said, all fuzzy head and whiskers, stepping into the black hall dressed head to foot in black. I had given him something that made him my best friend now – he came back from walking with Rosie having missed seeing me on the corner. Waving her pink bags at me he said – “You can make it to the corner, you should make it to the next corner.”But my hands steadily gripped my twin pink and blue aluminium support rods – “No she won’t need em” I predicted, shaking my unsteady head no to Billy when it would have been funner to accept the offering pink flags. Pink bags I carry with me in my sneaky black purse slapped up tight against my back – you just don’t notice such things mostly.Me hobbling along on my double canes Rosie raced me back across the neatly trimmed mini-yards of the community, and thinking we were going further she stepped into the street - like she was merely alert and poised for more deer to walk into the clear puddles. “Let’s go back” I said to Rosie, she studied exactly how I turned which told her everything, then “Go Find Billy!” and she was off, just like we were racing to find him, or it was possible I could win.Ya never know.
"As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts." Herman Melville, In Mazatlan, March 28 - April 16, 1844, Sociedad Historica Mazatleca, Mexico on Flickr.
Workman cleans reading glasses, installing water heater took nearly 3 days, behind it was a hole in the wall a man’s arm could fit through, rats and bugs wandered in at will, Broadview Duplex, Seattle, Washington, USA on Flickr.
The Guest House, This being human is a guest house.  Every morning a new arrival.  A joy, a depression, a meanness,  some momentary awareness comes  as an unexpected visitor.  Welcome and entertain them all! on Flickr.The Guest House 
This being human is a guest house. 
Every morning a new arrival. 
A joy, a depression, a meanness, 
some momentary awareness comes 
as an unexpected visitor. 
Welcome and entertain them all! 
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, 
who violently sweep your house 
empty of its furniture, 
still, treat each guest honorably. 
He may be clearing you out 
for some new delight. 
The dark thought, the shame, the malice. 
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in. 
Be grateful for whatever comes. 
because each has been sent 
as a guide from beyond. 
—Jelaluddin Rumi, 
translation by Coleman Barks
Pigeons on an ornate metal fence, palms, orange paint, lanterns, Mexico on Flickr.
Guitar storage, colored light, my bedroom, Olympia,  Washington, USA on Flickr.
Vaishravana - the Buddhist Lord of Wealth, riding lion, carrying a victory banner, Buddhist, Boudha, Kathmandu, Nepal on Flickr.
Art Cafe Waitresses & Bar - Puerto Vallarta, the old section, cafe on zona romantica Puerto Vallarta, Jalisco state, Mexico on Flickr.
A view of Highways 5 and 90 from the top floor of the PAC building on Beacon Hill - through a little window, from southside of town looking north, Elliott Bay, winter, Seattle, Washington, USA on Flickr.
The gold room, decorated gold mirror, gold upholstery bench, room reflection on Flickr.