Royal Magnus

Royal Magnus

01.05.18

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Basket of Kitty

01.04.18

Basket of Kitty Mags

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Under My Umbrella

01.03.18

Magnus

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In the sink

In the Sink

01.02.18

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Meet Magnus

01.01.18

Magnus the Magnificent

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Life Fades Away

  

  

#145

12.16.11

    

Life Fades Away - Roy Orbison

     

My time has come, the clouds are calling
December wind has come my way
And now I feel the will falling
All at once it's too late

Life fades away

   

cce

    

Shape

     

       

#144

12.02.11

      

I Felt Your Shape - The Microphones 

    

I thought I felt your shape but I was wrong
Really all I felt was falsely strong
I held on tight and closed my eyes
It was dumb I had no sense of your size
  
It was dumb to hold so tight
But last night
On the birthday in the kitchen
My grip was loose my eyes were open
  
I felt your shape and heard you breathing
I felt the rise and fall of your chest
I felt your fall
Your winter snows
Your gusty blow
Your lava flow
I felt it all
Your starry night
Your lack of light
With limp arms I can feel most of you
  
I hung around your neck independently
And my loss was overwhelmed
By this new depth I don't think I ever felt
  
But I don't know
The nights are cold
And I remember warmth
I could have sworn I wasn't alone

  

  

CCE

Spiral

  

   

#143

09.25.11

    

Spiral - William Orbit  

(Featuring Kenna and the SugaBabes)

  

We bust a red light
And I’ve got no fight
Moving in a mad rush
No limit, I can’t stop
We’re into overdrive

Hopelessly into you
‘cause you know how to
Unwrap my feelings ‘til I’ve
Opened up from inside
No reason to be shy
Every reason to be mine

Nothing’s really sane but everything’s amazing
Slowly taking over me
Baby have you noticed, the sky is rearranging
I feel it move in me

Oh, the ground beneath us crumbles and we fall
So I wonder, will we fall?
‘cause I don’t want to be alone
Caught up in a spiral

Adrenaline rush
The moment we touch
Breaking out a hot sweat’s
As good as it gets
I can’t get enough
Fall into a head space
Deep into a new place
Spinning out of control
You should know
I don’t want to be safe
Every reason to be mine

Nothing’s really sane but everything’s amazing
Slowly taking over me
Baby have you noticed, the sky is rearranging
I feel it move in me

Oh, the ground beneath us crumbles and we fall
So I wonder, will we fall?
‘cause I don’t want to be alone
Caught up in a spiral

Yeah, yeah
It feels like I’m shaking up
Took all cool to fight it up
All I am is mesmerized
Can’t believe what’s happening,
Polarised

Nothing’s really sane but everything’s amazing
Slowly taking over me
Baby have you noticed, the sky is rearranging
I feel it move in me (Yeah yeah)

Oh, the ground beneath us crumbles and we fall (fall)
So I wonder, will we fall?
‘cause I don’t want to be alone
Caught up in a spiral

Da da da, da da da, da da da ,da
Spiral
Da da da, da da da, da da da ,da
I’m caught up in a spiral
Da da da, da da da, da da da ,da
I’m caught up in a spiral
Da da da, da da da, da da da ,da
Spiral
Da da da, da da da, da da da, da
Caught up in a spiral
Da da da, da da da, da da da ,da

   

   

  

cce

 

I Could See for Miles, Miles, Miles

   

       

#142

08.28.11

          

    

 Anchorage Museum of Art   

    

Holocene - Bon Iver 

  

"someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me"
you're laying waste to Halloween
you {fouled} it friend, it's on its head, it struck the street
you're in Milwaukee, off your feet
 
...and at once i knew i was not magnificent
strayed above the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice)
i could see for miles, miles, miles
 
3rd and Lake it burnt away, the hallway
was where we learned to celebrate
automatic bought the years you'd talk for me
that night you played me 'Lip Parade'
not the needle, nor the thread, the lost decree
saying nothing, that's enough for me
 
..and at once i knew i was not magnificent
hulled far from the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice)
i could see for miles, miles, miles
 
christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
above my brother, i and tangled spines
we smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
now to know it my memory:
 
...and at once i knew i was not magnificent.
high above the highway aisle
(jagged vacance, thick with ice)
i could see for miles, miles, miles

 

cce

   

Ballerina Out Of Control

   

     

#141

08.21.11

   

Ballerina Out of Control - Ocean Blue

   

 

   

   

   

   

   

   

     

Her world came crashing down
And all that it contained
A million pieces of dreams
Coming apart at the seams
But she twists and she whirls
Dismissing it all away,
Wasn't quite the same as it was
Yesterday
Her night begins the day
Why think when we can play
"I find it so hard to find,
A certain dress of that kind"
As she twists and she whirls
And she dances it all away,
The problems persist, they won't
Go away
She twists and she whirls
Dancing it all away,
Would rather see the night
Than the reason of the day
I find it so hard to find
Any reason to this kind 

 

CCE

  

Sweet Child O' Mine

   

   

   

#140

04.09.11

  

Sweet Child O' Mine - Luna

(Guns 'n' Roses cover)

  

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Where's the Puzzle?

    

   

#139

03.31.11

   

Where's the Puzzle? - Bonnie "Prince" Billy

 

Where is the puzzle?
that bothered me so
how do I let my family know
O I'm disappearing
into the wind

I knew everything once
and now I know it all again
bliss comes with conclusion
comes with an end

hear our voices
pass it on
knowledge is born
with a singing dawn
goodbye and welcome troubled song
my body fades ... your life goes on

I knew everything once
and now I know it all again
bliss comes with conclusion
comes with an end

and I want only you
and I trust only you
and I want only to
sing you

 

cce

 

Swim Until You Can't See Land

    

    

#138

12.31.10

    

I started this blog on 01.01.10 with two basic goals.  The first was to demonstrate my firm belief that high-resolution photography isn't the only way to capture beautiful and interesting photographs.  I think that grabbing the closest camera, oftentimes the camera-phone in your pocket, offers a decent chance to trap a moment before it passes forever. 

    

The second goal was to develop the habit of writing every day, and more importantly to allow others to read that writing.  Those who know me best know that someday, if and when I grow up, I've wanted to be a writer.  That doesn't mean I want to quit my day job, because I enjoy that too... but to be a published writer would be a dream-come-true.  

  

I've been writing since I was a kid, and my folks even have a copy of my first short story somewhere in a box (may it burn to ashes!).  An ironic obstacle to my desire of becoming a published author is the visceral fear of others reading my writing.  It's worth mentioning that this blog isn't the type of writing that interests me, and I'm certainly not saying it was even worth reading.  What I am saying is that a principle goal in the whole enterprise was simply to write something, anything, every day, and then let it be read by whomever so chose.  I thought it might help me get over my fear and let others see some of my attempts at fiction.

 

Objectively speaking, the blog is a failure.  I didn't post a daily photo.  The string was broken at #98 on 04.08.10 upon the tragic passing of my amazing sister-in-law Michele.  Eventually I started posting sporadic entries until my mother-in-law Ruby passed away after a year-long battle with cancer on 06.28.10.  Those were two big blows that made this blog feel frivolous.  Even still, I decided to start posting yet again to finish the year-long project, even if I had to limp across the finish line.

  

There are other reasons this blog ended up a failure, too. I posted some photos that weren't worth posting, especially early on, just to meet the daily deadline.  Many times I didn't even write a word other than the song title and musical group.  And finally, very early on the blog sort of morphed in to an exploration of music, with the photos becoming more of an adornment.  

Upon reflection it is clear that the music actually pulled me along more than the photos or writing ever did.  In the end I've learned what I've always suspected; I can do without most of my hobbies or interests... but not music.  So perhaps I should change my aspiration of someday becoming a published author.  Instead, I'll aspire to become a late-night disc jokey on a listener supported radio station like WXPN, KNBA, or even an internet based station like SOMA-FM, or a satellite station like Sirius XMU.  Yeah, Podiatrist by day, and Disc Jockey by night.  Two jobs at the fringe of the Human Experience... that's just about exactly my style.

 

Thank you to anyone who has perused this little blog.  I hope that one photo, or one song, or one anecdote or written passage made you smile or think or feel 'something'.  I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I might, even considering its shortcomings.

   

Photos

 

I didn't have a good idea for a 12.31.10 final blog entry, though I've considered it off and on for months.  I simply ended up looking for a bright series of photos from the past year that I hadn't featured yet, and which might impart an feeling of optimism at the ending of one year, and the beginning of another.  

  

The photos I picked were all taken in the first week of July at Lake Powell in southern Utah.  It's where we went after those two leading ladies in our family passed away within a cruelly short span of time.

     

Once again, Nature found a way to help us begin to heal.

     

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

     

I think the little 2 megapixel iPhone 3G camera held its own this past year.  It has surprised me on several occasions, and helped me resist the urge to upgrade to the 3GS and 4 models when they came out.  Right now my iPhone is carrying 7,684 digital photographs; most of them taken in this past year.  The iPhone app Photogene was indispensable; I relied on that camera-based program to tune up many photos, and found that program superior to all the others I tried.

   

Music

 

Swim Until You Can't See Land - 

Frightened Rabbit

      

A close friend introduced me to this band and this song earlier in the year, and I've literally waited months trying to find an appropriate spot in which to feature it.  It makes me smile to finally post it in this the final blog entry.  

    

There can be many interpretations of the song... but in the end, all of them share the feeling of optimism, daring and adventure that I think most of us feel going in to a new year.  I think it is a challenge to face one's fears; 

Are you a man, or a bag of sand?

      

If my goal for 2010 was to put myself Out There publicly and to expose myself more than I thought I could (or 'you' may have thought I should)... then my goal for 2011 is to Swim Until I Can't See Land.

    

 We salute at the threshold of the North Sea in my mind
And a nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide and swim.
 
I swim. Oh, swim.
 
Dip the toe in the ocean. Oh how it hardens and it numbs.
The rest of me is a version of man, built to collapse into crumbs.
And if I hadn't come down to the coast to disappear
I may have died in a land-slide of the rocks, the hopes and fears.
 
So swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
 
Up to my knees now, do I wait? Do I dive?
The sea has seen my like before though it's my first and perhaps last time.
Let's call me a baptist, call this the drowning of the past.
She's there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back.
 
So swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
 
Now the water's taller than me and the land is a marker line
All I am is a body adrift in water, salt and sky.
 
So swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land.
Swim until you can't see land
Are you a man or are you a bag of sand?

        

For a final time; thank you for looking, reading and listening.

  

CCE

        

Clementine

  

    

#137

12.26.10

    

Clementine - Sarah Jaffe

  

    

CCE