"Oh dear." Bear sighed.
Showing posts with label story time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label story time. Show all posts
Monday, September 3, 2012
The wrong bin.
Bear looked to his dog and asked, "Do you think we're the only prizes for this game?" Dog licked his friend's large pink head and pondered the strange new bin. "I'm not sure why, but I suspect we missed the fair this year."
"Oh dear." Bear sighed.
"Oh dear." Bear sighed.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Say Yes.
Say Yes
Take the chance.
Jump into the pool all at once.
Do not be afraid of looking like a total idiot.
Forgive yourself for looking like a total idiot.
Learn.
Go to college unsure if you will succeed.
Move to a new place you’ve never even seen.
Ask that guy/girl out.
Make mistakes.
Go to concerts of groups you’ve never heard of.
Go out with new people.
Make conversation at parties even when you want to go hide in the corner.
Be Bold.
Act brave when you do not feel brave.
Go on that vacation; even if you need to save for years to do it.
Go to the movies alone.
Take that job you’re not sure you can do. Try like hell to succeed at it.
Learn the names of your postman and favorite barista.
Go to the opera even if you don’t understand it.
Go cheer for the local sport team even if you don’t care.
Help the tourists find where they are going.
See the beauty in your city.
Laugh at yourself.
Take care of yourself.
Wear sunscreen
Listen.
Call your parents.
Learn how to cook.
Read trashy books, watch cheesy movies and children’s cartoons;
Do not make excuses for doing so.
Try to find something good in everyone.
Say Yes.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
San Francisco in the Golden hour.
When the sun sets on a crisp San Francisco day,
it stops to embrace the city as it leaves the world to the night.
The golds and greens of the painted ladies
embrace the sky in rounded eyes.
Light shimmers into the coming fog as the sun trips into the Pacific.
it stops to embrace the city as it leaves the world to the night.
The golds and greens of the painted ladies
embrace the sky in rounded eyes.
Light shimmers into the coming fog as the sun trips into the Pacific.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
a falling house of brick
I'm currently working in half of a building that is falling down... but today the door into the other half of the building was open.

I tiptoed over exposed electrical pipes and cracked floors...

...and tried breathing very softly seeing the fragility of the structure...

It's amazing this fading beauty didn't fall down long ago, flattened by some small earthquake.
I tiptoed over exposed electrical pipes and cracked floors...
...and tried breathing very softly seeing the fragility of the structure...
It's amazing this fading beauty didn't fall down long ago, flattened by some small earthquake.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Wrong Turns
Sometimes I get so lost...

I think I know where I'm going and then slowly it sinks in that, in fact, I have no idea of how to get there...

I can see vaguely where I want to go... but then there's this ocean in the way...

I've found it best to take a moment and breathe. Laugh at how lost I am and enjoy where I've landed.
I think I know where I'm going and then slowly it sinks in that, in fact, I have no idea of how to get there...
I can see vaguely where I want to go... but then there's this ocean in the way...
I've found it best to take a moment and breathe. Laugh at how lost I am and enjoy where I've landed.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Point Lobos pt.2
At the edge of the cliff is an ocean that calls

in a voice made of rocks and pebbles,

pelicans and gulls,
The trees there lean over to see how the edge of the world might be...
but the sea does not tell, she only hisses through the rocks...
still the trees stand guard gazing out to the horizon, overlooking the kelp beds,
and calling the sea otters to tell them the secret of the edge of the earth...
The otters laugh, because they've never been and are too busy playing in the current.

in a voice made of rocks and pebbles,
pelicans and gulls,




Friday, May 30, 2008
lost.
Somewhere in Oakland there is a building lost in time...

...rooms untouched by decades...

... it sits as the cogs that hold it together are forgotten in unknown rooms...

... those who enter dare not disturb objects that preserve the soft whispers lingering in the halls...

... and the building slowly becomes its own museum preserved by stillness.

...rooms untouched by decades...

... it sits as the cogs that hold it together are forgotten in unknown rooms...

... those who enter dare not disturb objects that preserve the soft whispers lingering in the halls...

... and the building slowly becomes its own museum preserved by stillness.

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