Showing posts with label Drake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drake. Show all posts

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Holiday Commuting

Portal to White Gulch, Tomales Bay.





The coffee helped; first time on board.  Thanks, JP.

 Bright day; cold morning.
One-piece 5mm wetsuit; thick wool sweater; squid lid at ready; Peruvian stocking cap (from my friend MR): never got cold, but never got overheated either.  A chill last day of 2014.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Nick Drake's "Time Has Told Me"


TIME HAS TOLD ME

Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find its shore.

So I`ll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really don't want to love.

Time has told me
You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint
A rose with no thorn.

Your tears they tell me
There's really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say.

And time will tell you
To stay by my side
To keep on trying
'til there's no more to hide.

So leave the ways that are making you be
What you really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making you love
What you really don't want to love.

Time has told me
You're a rare rare find
A troubled cure
For a troubled mind.

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
For some day our ocean
Will find its shore.

--Nick Drake


Seek out Nick Drake's CD Five Leaves Left for the original song, from which I have taken these lyrics. Gorgeous music too.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Quick Fiction: Oracle

ORACLE

"Treasure is where you find it!" Who said that? Mel Fisher? Amy Fisher? Captain Jack Sparrow? Blackbeard's ghost? He pulled out the pewter reproduction of the Spanish doubloon, meant as a memento of Sir Francis Drake's South American successes--piracies for his rogue queen. He checked the dull luster of the faux-coin against the gold ring on his left hand. His heart quickened at the sudden vision of galleons under siege, cannons firing, and fierce swordplay. "Heads, you win." He flipped the coin quite high. He caught it, checked it, flipped it again. And again. Again. Finally, he pocketed the oracle. He'd have to try his luck later.