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| Orlando, the beginning. |
Transformations, costumes, make-up, elaborate scenes, I'm
thinking of Orlando
and I mean both. I took another look at the movie recently which seems
appropriate for Xmas time/ winter solstice. There's a surprising amount of
action taking place on ice. Actually, just now I'm realizing the ice as a support, as a stage, may represent how quickly and easily things can slip and change dramatically.
Time is an ocean, perhaps it's really a frozen ocean.
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| Sometime I sit and think and sometime I just sit. |
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| Poetry |
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| The big Chill. |
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| Another time, another century in fact. |
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| The Middle East. It always really is the middle. |
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| Waking up with a different sex. You know how things like that happen? |
Anyway, the other Orlando, the one in Florida is where I'm headed to right after the winter solstice in time for Xmas. Right back where I started from, a particular starting point anyway. Sometime after I get back I plan to post some more recent painting work. That will be more the normal state of this blog. Is that right? Normal?
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| Negotiations. |
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| Wonder. |
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| Ta. |
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| Gone tomorrow. |
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| Until we meet again. |
Yes, loyal readers I've taken you here before.
