Hanging around

This entry is part 1 of 16 in the series Postcards from a Conquistador


trees in an icestorm

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  1. I love (and relate to) the sentiment.

    I think the last sentence works very well. “Glitter” and “Gone” are an unexpected and effective rhythmic combination that evoke (for me) both cowboys and glam-rock roadies.

    That said, I’d like to share a flask of whiskey with the one who’s doing the “figuring.”

    Well done!


  2. Thanks, y’all. I should say that this was indirectly prompted by a recent post over at the cassandra pages, when Beth mentioned that her husband, a professional photographer, was never satisfied with his attempts to capture ice storms on film. I know exactly what he means.

    Ken – “Both cowboys and glam-rock roadies,” eh? That’s good to hear! The conquistadors certainly were the first cowboys, some of them. I mean, literally as well as figuratively.


  3. I’d like to pack away my glitter and run. Very far.

    These trees look very insulated with moist cold. I can feel the thick cold all around them.


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