tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post3876141642057122929..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: SeriousUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-5028633740625632302010-01-16T01:15:10.356-08:002010-01-16T01:15:10.356-08:00There must be some altruism in this system somewhe...There must be some altruism in this system somewhere, to be revealed later... MUCH later.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-10600554972908943762010-01-15T07:41:28.319-08:002010-01-15T07:41:28.319-08:00Big sharks. Why live? To kill and eat. Why eat?...Big sharks. Why live? To kill and eat. Why eat? To reproduce. Why reproduce? No answer.Curtis Favillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06213075853354387634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-48350634813380894032010-01-01T10:45:36.905-08:002010-01-01T10:45:36.905-08:00Stephen,
A bit of each perhaps, appreciative inte...Stephen,<br /><br />A bit of each perhaps, appreciative interest, friendly concern. <br /><br />When we lived out by Duxbury reef, we sometimes poked around in the tide pools at low tide and occasionally there would be a small mud shark (young?) stranded in the rock pools at low tide... swimming around peaceably enough until the ocean came back in.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-33031935770993253302010-01-01T08:50:37.186-08:002010-01-01T08:50:37.186-08:00Tom,
Thanks for that note, I hadn't (quite) &q...Tom,<br />Thanks for that note, I hadn't (quite) "guessed it" but HAD wondered at such 'coincidence' (of interest? or is it 'concern'?). . . .STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-71467544581927949282010-01-01T00:41:03.962-08:002010-01-01T00:41:03.962-08:00Lucy,
Now that you mention it, I believe I do see...Lucy,<br /><br />Now that you mention it, I believe I do see the connection...<br /><br />A hopefully not overly-serious happy new year to you!TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-68926817287955127272009-12-31T12:03:28.785-08:002009-12-31T12:03:28.785-08:00Just like us humans =)Just like us humans =)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-23000333236083467152009-12-31T09:06:35.303-08:002009-12-31T09:06:35.303-08:00... and speaking of "clock ticking..."... and speaking of <a href="http://tomclarkblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/meditation.html" rel="nofollow">"clock ticking..."</a>TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-75944958696059475992009-12-31T08:44:06.319-08:002009-12-31T08:44:06.319-08:00Stephen,
Beautiful poem today, thanks.
(In case ...Stephen,<br /><br />Beautiful poem today, thanks.<br /><br />(In case you haven't already guessed, by the way, the image set in this post was meant particularly for your... entertainment, is that the word?)<br /><br /><br />clock at rest, morning<br />reflected in black and white<br />motion of the year, clock ticking... . . .TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-25606460891341848502009-12-31T08:39:00.812-08:002009-12-31T08:39:00.812-08:00ps. thanks for note on the Jim Carroll note, just ...ps. thanks for note on the Jim Carroll note, just left you another 'memory' there. . . .STEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-12164494176469241392009-12-31T08:30:37.627-08:002009-12-31T08:30:37.627-08:00Tom,
Wow, beautiful photos (the black and white is...Tom,<br />Wow, beautiful photos (the black and white is enough to make someone think twice about paddling around out there). Thanks for the Thomas Campion poem.<br />Meanwhile, last morning of the year, clock ticking . . . .<br /><br />12.31<br /><br />red-orange clouds on horizon above black<br />trees, red-tailed hawk calling on branch<br />in foreground, sound of waves in channel<br /><br /> exact description of matter,<br /> of material substance<br /><br /> so that system of reference,<br /> clock at rest, motion<br /><br />silver of sunlight reflected in channel,<br />white cloud in pale blue sky on horizonSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.com