Snowed in Musing #4

it's been a long ride for a short stay in this place. out on the road for hours to find i'm going in a different direction. the path gets dark with no street lights to keep you in the lines. just remember the reflectors are red on the wrong way side.

too many lights through cityscapes to safely drive myself home. distracted easily and still nervous on my own, i venture out into alley ways to pass the days i don't want to remember.

you find me in the nick of time and say, "i know all about that night in november.......and i still love you."

Photo Stories #1

AAAhhhhh vinyl. Totally bad for the environment, yet nothing beats the sound of great music coming from a piece of it under a needle! During being snowed in Aj and I were glad to have gotten a turn-table for Christmas. Finally a way to hear all the albums we had been storing up.......and a couple of new ones from Aj's uncle, Eric. 

So we let 'em spin, baby. CSNY, Jim Croce, 10cc, Diane Davidson, Uriah Heep....only to name a few. And oh yes, we dance too! But Aj may not have wanted me to tell you that.

Snowed in Musing #3

i've taken a step over a line the should not have been crossed and i can't go back. 'cause my mind is smarter than i want it to be and i know the consequences. i've been down all those roads and i've stopped to take the pictures. now they are just strange memories that vaguely i remember but can't seem to bring myself to throw away.

if i had time in a bottle, i'm sure that it would be corked and i'd be drunk on wasted minutes. 

photo by Aj Nance

Dear Obama,

              Way to go on the sandals. Maybe all the other presidents had ugly feet and are just jealous. When your job as president is over you should model for j. crew. You're just what they are looking for.......

(written in a 5 subject notebook by Liz Nance)

Snowed in Musing #2

times pass and things come to an end. the departure seems permanent and the sadness, or the guilt from lack of sadness, is trying. the people buzz like no one knows or cares. well, they don't and neither do you and neither do i and neither do you. morbid curiosity slows the traffic of the mind and the thought highway is at a stand still. indifference is the new state of flow. the pills they give you for emotion take away your natural instincts and replace them with vacant stares and deer-in-the-headlight like reflexes.

                                                     can you lend an ear, a hand, a heart

is made cold by schedules and appointments

rushing to an inevitable ending for us all

got to squeeze in the good stuff

so

slow

your

roll

(written in sloppy handwriting jan 2011 by liz nance)

Snowed in Musing #1

guitar strings plucked by careful hands. careful yet still youthful.

guitar strings plucked by youthful hands. knuckles pop after chord progressions stop. then the searching begins- in the case? in the living room? in the bedroom? no. ha. he's looking for me. i'm sitting right beside him and he's looking for me- to ask me where he might find a pick.......in the jar with the other picks.

and he disappears into the kitchen. oh yea, we are down to the last roll of toilet paper. hope we aren't snowed in too long.

he checks his silver and turquoise money clip. money folded ever so neatly within. yep, it's all there.

someone enters the room with another complaint. another unnecessary statement about something that doesn't matter. can't we just drop it and listen to the guitar, strings being plucked by youthful hands.

(written on real notebook paper with a real ink pen by liz nance  jan 6 2011 photos taken by liz on same day)