any is wild

© 2011 Gary Garbett

I've always had this fascination with vintage pinball machines and electronic games. They've always seemed like such incredible pop works of art with their sign painter qualities, lettering, and graphic appeal.

I recall spending hours of my youth at various mom and pop's beer joints, watching my father play these sorts of games.  I'd sit and watch from a nearby booth or a red padded bar stool, sipping numerous Coca-Colas through a paper straw, while he dropped quarters, rolls of them, one at a time, into the inviting works of art.

an april cat and the february sunlight.

© 2011 Gary Garbett

He just lies in the sun for hours. Then he eats... just before resuming his warming position with the day's sunlight again.

memoir of a garden flamingo

© 2011 Gary Garbett

Making it's way through the opening in the trees, the sunlight would drape us as we stood there. Waiting. We hoped for a change of weather along with any subtle movement or gnome activity. We waited and stood silently as another cloud parted so the sun could once again warm our backs.

river city harvests

© 2011 Gary Garbett

South of the James Farmers Market, Fall 2010.

a moving still

© 2011 Gary Garbett

The blurred movement in time captures the hurried pace of a video crew on a short deadline.

a settling chill

© 2011 Gary Garbett

Campus is calmed by a subtle dusting.

standard issue

© 2011 Gary Garbett

pinbacks. leather jacket. white t-shirt. faded blue jeans. docs. faith.

little things make us

© 2011 Gary Garbett

My life is a grocery store line A "We'll be just fine" Don't know how we survive, but we do

My life is an early spring snow The last thread of hope That I just keep hanging on to

My life is pieces of paper that I'll get back to later I'll write you a story, how I ended up here Why the little things make us and how long it takes us To figure out what matters the most. . . . .

My life is a two dollar beer Friday nights here With friends that I've known since high school

My life is an order to go A rainy car ride back home And someone you love to lay next to

My Life is pieces of paper that I'll get back to later I'll write you a story, how I ended up here Why the little things make us and how long it takes us To figure out what matters the most . . . . .

Someday well I'll look back and wonder Someday comes around quicker than they told you Asking "Did I do, what I was suppose to"

In my Life Don't know Why the little things make us and sometimes it takes us To damn long to figure what matters the most . . . . My life is green grass through the snow A sweet reckless hope

And baby I know...what matters the most

I reviewed this album on my other blog last week. Drop in and give it a look. Lyrics from "The Most" by Lori McKenna from her new album Lorraine. 

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