Through the Window, I Saw Her Dancing

Red Dress On

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Addendum, December 8, 2011

Since I recently discovered that I can embed music clips from Youtube, I thought I’d add a few more where I feel it appropriate.
This is an old favourite of mine and as with many of my favourite songs, it’s from the sixties. Melbourne, Australia, even.

The Loved Ones with The Loved One. “Red dress on, long black hair”

Out Walking II

Shoulder

 

Miss D and The Second Coming

 

The Second Coming

 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight; a waste of desert sand;

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving  its slow thighs, while all about it

Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds,

The darkness drops again but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

- William Butler Yeats

Out Walking I

Pediophobia

I am a big fan of Fundamental Jelly’s photographs. He has recently posted two sets of three photographs depicting various fears. I have been inspired by them to produce the following picture, which I present to him as homage.  I also present it to him as a prize for recognizing ashphalt and paint when he sees it.