clearing the clouds

A limit of time is fixed for thee, which if thou dost not use for clearing the clouds from thy mind, it will go and thou wilt go, and it will never return.

Marcus Aurelius

(I'm taking some time to clear some clouds. See you later.)

Photo: Dans les nuages by Au fil de..., who sells prints here and here.

roller girls, racing pigs, mutton-bustin' and snacks

Roller girls, skating for glory.

Pigs, running for a reward of iced oatmeal cookies (it must taste really good to them, because those pigs ran).
Small children, helmeted and heavily padded, mutton bustin' for a shiny belt-buckle.

Exotic snacks. We went to the state fair last Saturday, and as you can see, there is something for everyone.

While tempted by the roast-beef sundae, Sean went with something a little more traditional:
Fun times.

into the land of youth

Into the land of youth, westward, to the place of starting again, cities of gold, on the coast of promise - mysterious cure - a mirror's thrown down, and so without luck, without reflection we stop.

We have come to the beginning, the finish of the country, itinerary worn out, facing the surf - what sailors smell as land. We ask detailed questions. None of us can tell, so we tug on each other, "Come. Look."

In this lull, one at the tide line stops to pick at foam and weeds; another builds a fire. The intended didn't arrive and there is no new plan. As the sun lowers, we face the mountains, consider what we have passed, and fall to dreaming, to scrounging.

Killarney Clary

Image: Henry Darger.

(Thanks, eb.)