Wisconsin Photo Blogger - Summer
Summer in Wisconsin is humid, hot, dry mostly, and the intense green of few weeks ago is broken up with some yellows and maybe even the occasional red (no!) The Mosquitos are not as bad as a couple weeks ago and the lawn might not have to be cut this week. These are photos from the last week or two. It was hot and humid again today, but a evening thunderstorm broke that up. Summer.
A Thistle. Just a weed? It's a work of art!
A Sandhill Crane strolls past. This is one of a pair that bore two chicks this year. Both chicks didn't make it more than a few weeks unfortunately. They will still be around till fall. Then will return in spring and try again.
I am so glad shot this old dairy barn. I drive by it all the time but a sign announcing a new subdivision appeared recently and I suspect It will be gone soon. Just on the edge of a city, It will probably become another suburban soccer field where once the cows grazed.
This butterfly stayed on that thistle for a long enough time for me to focus and compose a shot. That's not usually the case. The bee joined the occasion at the last second!
This deer was as interested in me as I was her.
One of those skys that make you pull over and look for something to put in front of it.
This Soft Back Turtle was sunning himself and provided me some choice shots before he scampered back to the Oconomowoc river. In Monches, WI.
FORGET GOLIATH – IT IS NOW, “DAVID and ‘GO FUND ME’!”
According to Malcolm Gladwell, David was the aggressor, and Goliath a plodding patsy! Malcolm Gladwell is a brilliant, Canadian author, born in England of mixed-race; parents. Gladwell has made a literary career of looking at life from the other side of the mirror. In his book, “David and Goliath” – stretching the, “Tipping Point” of a previous publication of his – he presents a well-documented, philosophical and technical surmise of how the underdog position of David against Goliath should be reversed. Gladwell maintains that the provably mentally deficient, Philistine warrior Goliath, with his armor and sword, were no match for the bright, lithe and unencumbered David, with his far superior weapon that launched accurate missiles at bullet-speed!
Another long-overlooked fact about the musical shepherd David – who in later life became a serial womanizer and notorious slayer of men—is that, when he was a handsome, young buck in the court of his to-be predecessor King Saul, he and Saul’s son Jonathan became scandalously attracted to each other. This, along with Saul’s accurate premonition that David was destined to replace him on the throne, caused Saul a lot of tormented loss of sleep and anguished hours tracing down David, with the purpose of permanently eliminating him from the line of succession.
All of this has been combined in a scintillating, stage-musical entitled, “David and Jonathan”. You do not know this because the production is so impecunious that it has been unable to get off the ground! After serious professional consultation, Musical SoCal.com, the producer of, “David and Jonathan,” has taken the unusual step of attaining the assistance of GoFundMe to bring this fact to the attention of the general public. It is believed that when people discover that this brilliant work has been kept from them, merely because of the absence of sufficient filthy lucre, they will clamor to rectify the situation! Here is a sample of what is in store for a deserving audience.
Ergo, on behalf of Musical SoCal.com, the composer Tommy Dodson and your servant, the librettist-lyricist, you are invited to pass the word that, anyone interested, should immediately proceed to this GoFundMe page.
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They called him, “David,” it was said,
Because the name means, “Love” and “Cred.”
Goliath, we know,
Missed “Love” – that’s f’ sho’ –
But, he met, “Cred,” in spades, instead.
especially, for her
1,
what i am
doomed to do
for damned
whoever they are
they are
always amongst angels
assemble after
& before
whenever that is
it is
time to tell
how much
i love you
greater than gods
you would accumulate
after
whomever they were
they were
smaller
than you
might imagine
from books
borrowed from barbarians
who wanted to
swallow you
most beautiful woman
i have
ever known
how much
i love you
asking another
to enter
some time
after or before
whenever that was
it was
when walls wavered
& fell forever
2,
turn
always turning
this way
that way
doomed
to that
damned
in that
3,
action altering
everything else
standing by side
of river
state of siege
live with
(imagine) how much
i love you
how much
i love you
more than me
i&i
most melancholy when
i remember
how much
i love you
how much
i love you
dance deliberately
without device
naive as Nijinsky
when he wanted
to explain something
so strong
you cannot imagine
what it is
like to love
sleep
i
have never known
not here
or there
for that matter
don’t want
to weep
over that
here & now
whenever that is
it is
i will try
sometime to sleep
as other men
wait for light
to come
whatever that is
i am
not noticing
its absence
from this
& other question
4,
i will
not note
here except
to say
how much
i love you
how much
i love you
when we lie
down
next to
each other
sucking your sex
& draining you
of whatever
it is
we wandered
over each other'
s body
& broke down
each other
into such things
when i walked
in
from acupuncturist
wanted to travel
right through you
whoever you were
you above all
i love you
more than me
whoever
i was
all time
tell this
without bitterness
because i’m breaking
as always
when writing
whatever this is
it is
& i do not
worry when
you will read
this
or if
you ever will
times
i turn
faster than wheel
we are inventing
inside houses
of history
wherever
we are altering
globes & gods
whatever they are
they are
you hide in
& out
when
i remember
so long before
or after
it doesn’t matter
no it doesn’t
matter at all
whoever
we are
we are burning
burning
we will wander
forever
horsey ô horsey
horsey ô horsey
ebony horsey
code
you confirmed
under sheets
of streets
& seas
conducted
your miraculous
caress
calling
demanding
how long
had i died
so she
should sing
to seas
that were
sister
well
welled
up in her
for time
turned by torso
she turns
her
& screams
song
thumped
& threaded
through this
biography without
bitterness
ocean
covered in gates
& doors
murderous dancer
undid
my mystery
nature of numbers
how i wept
only on wings
how i saw
her legs
like
arch
of arcade
body beamed
lost
so
long
before leaping
following
her on
floor of hair
& silk
how long
ô how long
i have been
alive
awake
so
short
sick
since
sigh
sick
since
sight
so they say
so they say
& sing in corridors
wrenched
from whirlpool
sea
of strings
capsules
fluid
vital
fluid
another
number
number's knots
no
no
dispatch
death from
me beloved
ô horsey horsey
ebony horsey
annihilation's
ambiance
dead
on feet
we dance beloved
ebony beauty
(culture embalmed
floats on froth)
far
from
us
beloved
i'm beaten
but you become
such beautiful
beast
making your way
through
sleep
walkers
sleep
walkers
wielding
fingers
at holy flame
bending over
back
wards
&
wards
of torsos turned
to sleep
when
i remember
legs wrapped around
this
thudding
thorax
that cant
tell
whether
it is up
or down
further down
down
in ravines
we take off
our robes
wash each other
in blood
blood washes
clean
condition
call it that
if you wish
so skies
shriek
in this
human field
our skeletons
turn to
melody
you can play
in any temple
adhering
to your arms
beloved
your tongue
teaches
though
you are
not here
you are here
already widow
mare in mire
cadavers in pyre
let black sun
seethe
beloved
let black sun seethe
who will watch
these words
when morgue
identifies
person
who passed
through
passing
through
singing
ebony horse
sing
from behind
brush
brush my back
beloved
as before
carrying candles
into corridor
drag
me down
into
your
ditch
our bodies
have become wrath
night in night
blood in blood
comrades
will feel
me so cold
beloved
only you
healed by heat
