Bubbles!



Noah and Toby having a blast with bubbles this summer, and Emmy chasing them. Gotta admit, it's pretty damn cute.

Duke City Marathon October 18, 2010
Sion Ben Lupowitz




Pictures tell the story...Sion came in 8th place!

The (Short) Story of a Dragonfly


Click on the image to see the fullscreen slideshow.

Lizard on Screen at Sunset

 

Live Video Feed - BP Top Kill procedure

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The Last Thing on My Mind



This performance by Tom Paxton of the song he wrote, The Last Thing on My Mind, is so moving. One guy with a guitar and a little tie and a microphone. Brilliant and beautiful. It's hard to forget this song.


In Honor of Memories - Dr. Cynthia O. Harris passed away January 9 2010
She was an amazing, special woman. Search her story here,
http://remembertheirstory.com/obituaries.htm

01022010

It's a palindrome date - reading the same, backwards and forwards...
Here's a slideshow of our holidays visiting in Omaha - lots of frosty fun!

HOOPS




Buzz wrote a poem for Rich
It's called Hoops
Rich asked for a poem for his birthday - it's about basketball and friendship and... Rich



Check it out on redRavine.com

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Harvest Moon October 3 2009

From Autumn 2009

Autumn 2009 - Balloon Fiesta


Click Here for Albuquerque Balloon fiesta slideshow -- great shots taken by real people

Noah the Kid

 

Noah spent a few weeks with us this summer in New Mexico. We did not spoil him. But we did have a great time!

 

4th of July Double Rainbow Surprise



We enjoyed a full-sky panoramic double rainbow on the Fourth of July - but we did not have as much fun as the Rainbow Gathering, dancing in the mud up in the Jemez mountains.






"Waiting On The World To Change"

Me and all my friends
We're all misunderstood
They say we stand for nothing and
There's no way we ever could

Now we see everything that's going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don't have the means
To rise above and beat it

So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

It's hard to beat the system
When we're standing at a distance
So we keep waiting
Waiting on the world to change

Now if we had the power
To bring our neighbors home from war
They would have never missed a Christmas
No more ribbons on their door
And when you trust your television
What you get is what you got
Cause when they own the information, oh
They can bend it all they want

That's why we're waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

It's not that we don't care,
We just know that the fight ain't fair
So we keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

And we're still waiting
Waiting on the world to change
We keep on waiting waiting on the world to change
One day our generation
Is gonna rule the population
So we keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change

We keep on waiting
Waiting on the world to change



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Scorpion Weed: Don't Touch This

I foolishly pulled up this weed which is growing all over the place this year, and that was a mistake.

It gave me a horrible itchy blistery rash like poison ivy -- I was in urgent care on the 4th of July instead of enjoying the famous Corrales parade. Turns out this is likely the culprit for my three years of "plague" - I had no idea...this year was the worst ever.

Here's a photo (taken by © 2005 Robert Sivinski.)

Spring Slideshow 2009

Here's a quick look at the Spring this year - also we had a wonderful visit from Ariana and Jody, Noah and Toby - (then they came back in July - just getting caught up...)

photo by Buzz




PULSE TO PULSE

For Linda
4/5/2009

1

Pulse to pulse
Poet to healer:

Page after page,
We turn.

Heal me, poet
For I have sinned

I’m a failed metaphor -
Mixed and confused,

Dangling with wronged participles
Unmodified in contraction.

Scribe me the ways of your
Commas and apostrophes

To pluck the thorn from my i ; wrench
The wretched semi-colon from my guts.

Not to misspell my hyperbole,
For willy-nilly we writ

The run-on sentence of children
While wee infinitives split.



photo by Buzz

2

You were the hottest
Haiku I can imagine
Drawn from pause in flame.


The pulse is our meter & our meter
Has been running a very long time.

Sly simile turned my phrase.
We scrambled up some um^lauts,

Sowed our Tao like synonyms
Tilde’d at windmills, too.

Backspacing speedbumps
Idylling through question marks.

Monkey business froze that rime,
Gibberish spoke no sense

Red ink, a sober wine,
Drunk a deadened tense.

3

My spine, your heart
Torn by paper.

Hollow bones hold heartbeat,
Knead dough for Lobo’s crust

His scratch bleeds your pockets,
Renders hole in trust

Two hobos pay their freight,
Tender gold from dust.

The quatrain’s left the station.
We’ll lay tracks again mañana

Tin spoons spin smooth in coffee,
Stir some mojo from that cup.

Coyotes cleared out henhouse:
Twenty years ain’t near enough.

4

Days stream the scroll,
By night we crease time

Verse etches water,
Wave into word into light

Shadows rhythm silence
Echo ribbons sea

Ripples riff
Through the tide

Pulse to pulse
You meet me.


Buzz


photo by Buzz