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It don’t matter at all if I’m blind

Posted on October 12, 2026 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged barnge, beacon hill park, bluebells, color photography, duck pond, ducks, ferns, flowers, forest, geese, isabelle, jordan river, ocean, photography, roses, seagull, too many birds, victoria, victoria bc

Hold a lemon to practice vibrato on the cello

Posted on November 26, 2025 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged banana, beach, british columbia, cabin, coastline, color photgraphy, driftwood, forest, isabelle, jordan river, kelp, nursery tree, pacific north west, portait, rocks hanging from trees, sea life, woods

I was having trouble with my tenses—is, was, will be

Posted on September 21, 2025 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged barnge, cabin, chimney, color, colour, fern gully, ferns, film slr camera, fire, forest, isabelle, jordan river, pacific north west, photography, smoke stack, trail, vancouver island, woman with wine, wood burning stove, woods

Don’t ever tire of being hunted, haunted

Posted on September 20, 2025 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged barnge, color, colour, forest, isabelle, jordan river, moss, nymph, pacific north west, photography, rain forest, trees, vancouver island, wandering woman, witch, woods

Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed

Posted on August 13, 2025 by barnge

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged barnge, color, colour, fern, film, fire, forest, isabelle, jordan river, photography, spider, spider web, vancouver island, victoria

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Our bodies twist like shoelaces
I watched you braid your hair, you’re from another time
Dig my grave with a silver spade
I was thinkin’ about turquoise, I was thinkin’ about gold
It don’t matter at all if I’m blind
I serve my head up on a plate
I had to walk real slow even though I wanted to run
I was gone, I was free to leave
I tried to lose myself in the primitive, in Yosemite, like John Muir did
Pleased to be swallowed by the sea

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