gallas13

The Snow Man

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

-Wallace Stevens

5 hours under the machine and this feller is a tired trooper. lots of ink and lots of progress today. do i have what is going to be the coolest tatoo ever? why yes. yes i do.

there were some high points and low points this weekend, and speaking of low points, i ordered my lo lo and will be cruising within the week. we're starting a whole crew. sweet ginger brown! check her out:


and last but not least: my boss' wife had their third child after what was an incredibly arduous pregnancy. i'm not religious, or reverent, or any of that mess - but man days like this i feel *good*.