Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Christmas in north Georgia....

Day three of Christmas with the Gaspard's in the small north Georgia town or Ellijay, slightly larger then last years town of Helen but far less touristy. The isolation of my grandparents, well really Nanny's since Pawpaw's passing three months ago, cabin up here is refreshing; just fires in the fireplace all day with a puzzle gradually coming together in the dining room, mainly with Dad leading the way, mom staring at the fire or in the kitchen doing something...mainly staring at the fire (she's a bit of a pyro, but so am i:)). Melody reading or making some jewelry in the kitchen. Melinda and David (sister & brother-in-law) weren't able to make it this year because of being stationed in Hawaii, rough, I know, and having to have flown in three months ago last minute. If you've never been to Ellijay, which is very likely, it's really a quant little town full of antiques, mountain ridge views and southern accents. Really, nothing worth noting has been going on since I've arrived...and that itself is almost worth noting:) As much as I appreciate the slowness of the holidays tucked away in the mountains, I'm pretty sure that I'd go crazy if I had to live with it for more than a few weeks! Anyway, here are a few pics I took yesterday with my NEW camera my lovely girlfriend got me for Chistmas...enjoy!


Street view near the square in downtown Ellijay




Dad right before pulling out the yearly puzzle, playing a game of solitare


Nanny's "cabin"

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Have We Met?

Have we met?
I’m not who you’ve known.
I let the despair drown me
And apathy the crop I’ve sown

Memories of someone else
Same name, same face
Masquerading behind a past where I laughed
But long since decayed
My call, I’ve betrayed

My tears have dried
My breaking heart, many times died
My wings, fractured by my side

I am broken
In every sense of the word
I’ve no footing
There is no gravity in my world

Memories of freedom
Like a runner, old and done
Behind closed eyes he still runs
I wonder if my time has gone, not come

My dreams with trace fingerprints
Were for a moment mine
Intoxicating, flirting…and I tried…

Moments flatter
And in them dreams shatter
And everything that really matters
…Lie tattered…strips of me