Uploads from TylerPrendergast, tagged winter

Spring

nobody@flickr.com (TylerPrendergast) — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 18:12:26 -0700

"She buys a ticket 'cause it's cold where she comes from...
She climbs aboard because she's scared of getting older in the snow."
/ Counting Crows

My first diptych.

Wintering

nobody@flickr.com (TylerPrendergast) — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 14:59:40 -0800

TylerPrendergast posted a photo:

"In the coming days, don't you be surprised,
if I hibernate, if I hide my eyes...
And if you call me up, I may be inclined
to get drunk on words, to be short on time.

And just as sure as the days grow short,
somehow, we're always waiting."

/ Laura Gibson

Explore. =D

So...

nobody@flickr.com (TylerPrendergast) — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 19:53:00 -0700

TylerPrendergast posted a photo:

In art class a while ago, we were assigned a hand drawing--just to look at our hand, and draw what we saw--and then, almost as an afterthought, my teacher added to the assignment a stream-of-consciousness writing exercise. And so, I started to write--beginning with a line from a Counting Crows song, "So I throw my hand into the air and it swims in the beams..." and writing, writing for the entire page without stopping pretty much at all. I sort of liked how it turned out, but I pretty much forgot about it.

Then, a few days ago, I open my art folder to find a note from Nelli (surprising me quite a bit) who had found it, and along with a friend, thought it was pretty good. And so I stole it from my own art folder (if you knew my art teacher, you'd realize this was more difficult than it sounds), scanned it, and here it is. Sort of a poem, sort of a ramble, sort of a semi-fictional outpouring of otherwise repressed emotions, it's certainly different from most of my stuff.

Full view, obviously, unless you're good at reading tiny, messy handwriting.

Standing in an Empty Field, West of Everywhere.

nobody@flickr.com (TylerPrendergast) — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 15:39:54 -0700

TylerPrendergast posted a photo:

"I‘m supposed to have something beautiful to write, something poetic, but there’s simply nothing there. There wasn’t anything there before and now there’s even less. When you take all of the tools away with which one might build a boat, then how can one expect to sail? I simply don’t know."
/ The Illustrated Encyclopedia of an Imaginary Universe

I took this picture during the January before last, on the most beautiful day of the year, when the world inexplicably decided to play hide-and-go-seek with the seasons, so that while winter hid for that one afternoon, a gorgeous summer's day was able to sneak in and fill the void.

Looking.

nobody@flickr.com (TylerPrendergast) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 17:48:20 -0800

TylerPrendergast posted a photo:

"Well I don't know what I am looking for
But I know that I just wanna look some more
Well I don't know what I'm living for
But I know that I just wanna live some more."
/ Brendan Benson

I totally stole this bench from hellosunrise. My family was driving around, bored today, and we ended up at Pranker's Pond, and of course I had to take a bunch of pictures, and the benches are undeniably photogenic. You can see hellosunrise's indubitably superior take over here: www.flickr.com/photos/hellosunrise/2243018038/

Tree

nobody@flickr.com (TylerPrendergast) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 15:29:12 -0800

TylerPrendergast posted a photo:

"...with no leaves.
A giant sky, lives and breathes.

Tree, with no leaves,
A great big sky, a strong breeze
that breathes
from sea to sea."
/ Hopewell

Children in Bloom

nobody@flickr.com (TylerPrendergast) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 15:28:54 -0800

TylerPrendergast posted a photo:

"Children in bloom, cooking in the sun,
waiting for a room of our own
Leave my sister alone
She don't deserve this
She is a flower and I am a flower and
we are all alone."
/ Counting Crows

The Ice Is Getting Thinner

nobody@flickr.com (TylerPrendergast) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 15:28:18 -0800

TylerPrendergast posted a photo:

"We buried our love in the wintery grave
A lump in the snow was all that remained
But we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks,
and the ice was getting thinner with every word we'd speak.

And it saddens me to say
What we both knew was true
That the ice was getting thinner
Under me and you."
/ Ben Gibbard

Step out the front door...

nobody@flickr.com (TylerPrendergast) — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 13:25:21 -0800

TylerPrendergast posted a photo:

...like a ghost into a fog
where no one notices the contrast
of white on white."
/ Counting Crows

Weathered.

nobody@flickr.com (TylerPrendergast) — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 19:16:28 -0800

TylerPrendergast posted a photo: