This blog is in theory an attempt to see, hear, smell, taste, and feel more of the world and everything in it. In practice it is a simple, small way for me to stay connected to the people I care about, in a disconnected world.
Its personal. Thats ok, too much of our lives are not. I am publishing my writing for my father, Paul, who loved nature and the depths of his soul, struggled to express himself, and was sublime when he did, as in this poem he wrote for my college graduation:
A light appeared in a half-lit room
in a Borealis dawn,
athirst for flight from its mother’s womb,
bathed in her energy so long.
Turning, stretching, testing wings
to forge familiar from the foreign,
into the world of earthly things
burst this energy named Loren.
Assuredness and wonder
simultaneously led
him through the course of life’s feast,
on which his new-found hunger fed.
Words gathered for his kit of tools,
employed in self-formation,
included “loyalty” and “probity”
but never “hesitation.”
When I’d ask him if he’d care to try
some dangerous thing undone,
without exception his reply
was, “Of course, that should be fun!”
Now, in the vernal prime of life,
first course of its feast consumed,
a young man emerges from the light
conceived in that faraway room.
So, as you make choices along your road
as a lover and/or a fighter,
Lor, may they serve to lighten your load,
and may your light shine ever brighter!
I’m Loren. aka LEC. aka Lorenzo. aka Captain Cruicks.
You are here because you know me, and right now I am an itinerant creative, gratefully enjoying a finite but welcome gift of time freedom, here for no other purpose than to make the most of this moment.
My photography site is here
Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Emily Dickenson
success in circuit lies.
No happy man can become miserable, for he will never do acts that are hateful and mean.
Aristotle
The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter. ’tis the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.
Mark Twain
Control is as savage and un-tamable as fire.
Me
it is the turning screw what drives the widening gyre.