Category Archives: Walking

River of Dreams #12: Fire Dance on the Endless Plain

Posted on October 11, 2010 by randomyriad

Chapter 2 From Fire to Forest Random crouched in the middle of a crossroads. Two paths extended straight disappearing into the horizon four directions away from the spot where he stood. The land was flat as far as he could … Continue reading →

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2 Unintentional Installations and Amazing Summer Skies

Posted on September 3, 2010 by randomyriad

This I call Wind Organ and Wire. and this one, “Ub!” This one I call Sky with Cloud, Church, and Moon. Today I walked without my camera and saw an even more amazing sky, layered with the glowing edges of … Continue reading →

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Aranansi #5: Walk on the Wild Side

Posted on August 26, 2010 by randomyriad

January 18, 2010, 15:48 “Where am I going? It can only be the end of the world.” Arthur Rimbaud Sometimes I get the urge to walk out on the wild edges of the city. Yesterday afternoon was one of those … Continue reading →

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One Little Poem to Inspire Me

Posted on December 6, 2007 by randomyriad

How to Be a Fool Most likely you are standing or moving on a well beaten path. right now you look down and see thousands of footprints in the mud and dust, but look up at the sky and the … Continue reading →

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Two Random Observations In an Otherwise Lost Day

Posted on September 3, 2007 by randomyriad

This Morning As I Came Downstairs From the top of stairs I saw the shadow of the bird outside the warped glass window next to the front door. The bird was flinging itself, thump-thump, at the glass in an irregular … Continue reading →

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