Rock, Poem, Photo

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The combined forces of several friends have me working on a four book set of Rock Poem Photo 2008. So I'm at my desk on a dark grey day, labeling photos, archiving, soon to start on the next set of layouts.

It's a deep, good feeling, and a little surprising. It's sort of a self-gratitude. I look through the days and remember feeling so, so full.

Hiatus

It feels very strange to say this, but I've decided to take a rest from this blog. At least, that's the rhythm I seem to be hearing. I've truly exhausted the outer crust of poetry that I know, I've hit a technical wall with photographing rocks, and I'm feeling a restless resistance to photographs these days. I just don't have inspiring items at hand to post every day, anymore.

I posted this thought for about 10 seconds yesterday, then pulled the post. It has been heartwarming to have friends see and comment on my posts. I don't want that to end. I feel a bit like I'm crawling back into a burrow.

But worse than a burrow is flickering or fading enthusiasm, or worse, faked inspiration. I feel like Rock Poem Photo served me for 2008, and that now, it's time to turn to other projects, fully formed in my head, with names like Snap, Rocklog, and Lasting Craft. New ideas.

I'm also determined to create a book of the 2008 Rock Poem Photo. That's a big project. But when I have it all together, I'll post a photo here. A blog to hold in the hand.

Even now, I can't say with certainty that I'm going completely off the grid. When I take a photo I love, I will post it. When I find a poem or rock that I love, I'll post it. It just isn't going to be a regular, daily thing.

Twelve people have already hit this site today. I'm mystified as to who you are.

And I'll miss your company.

The Outrageous Fortune

The last time for a new url—probably. The old one still exists.