A Bricklayer @keve62 - Tumblr Blog

Meh. From 1637.

just a hat

Anger is a black pork-pie hat

crushed low on Fears sweaty head.

laying brick

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda

In Color these things are creepy....

crawdadswelcome

Sculls stored up high at the South End Rowing Club.

Just a little reality. We were waiting for the same bus, in different ways. I hope he stays safe. God protect him.

Better to be baffled

the 5 to 10 second sheer panic that I wouldn't figure out how to connect my Apple powercord and supply cord to make it longer. I haven't had an Apple laptop for so long, that for a moment it totally baffled me, my brain actually had to work a little. Oh, sweet Jesus, the relief! I figured it out, and didn't have to call a close friend or relative! On reflection though, I choose bafflement over relief. I realize everything was more interesting and intriguing and alive when I had no idea what I was doing. You can feel relief just taking a good shit. Laying brick