I wonder what’s under the water at night.
As if it’s somehow different than during the day.
Much like how people change after they close
the door for the last time, switching into their
different selves.
-M. Taggart
(Photo taken July 7, 2021. Maine.)
Dear God,
let’s do this again.
-M. Taggart
(Photo taken in Southern Maine. 2021.)
I was sitting at the bar. Directly to my left was a door leading to the
deck. The wind was picking up. John was rambling on with a friend.
I saw the clouds and thought of my father. I walked outside and took
this photo. I liked the wind and the darkening clouds. These clouds
were exactly overhead. I wondered if there was a piece of my father
in them. His celebration of life is this coming Saturday.
I don’t want to go. I will go. But I don’t want to. I’m struggling with
the guilt of not wanting to go. Just like I’m struggling with the guilt
of telling my father he wasn’t there for me when I needed him most.
I guess that’s how it goes. And maybe that’s why I stood outside alone.
I wanted to show someone the photo of the clouds when I walked back in.
What’s the point though. The clouds meant more to me than them.
They always will.
-M. Taggart
photo taken 6/15/21 in Maine.
I don’t know what the message is, but I believe there is one.
A human being is part of a whole called by us “Universe.” -Albert Einstein.
The important thing is to not stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. -Albert Einstein
Photo taken on April 28th, 2021. Matt.
-M. Taggart photo 4/19/21
Find a soul that looks good when the lights not on.
-M. Taggart (3.26.19)
Find a soul
that looks good
when the lights
not on.
Photo taken 3.26.21
Walk to Work
Written by -M. Taggart
They said it was going to be grey. They said to wear a coat in the morning. I thought of my coat after not wearing it. A bit like I thought about how my feet moved forward on the concrete. Sometimes a foot would move just over an old piece of something, like gum, and then the other foot would fix the system by stepping on the next one. Of course this would be done in reverse to correct it all. A boy on a bike rode passed me. He didn’t look at me. I tried; maybe it was me. I quickened my step and stopped looking at how my feet made progress on cement, instead I found levity in the bridge ahead. Underneath was a smooth rolling river. If I closed my eyes and listened well enough I could hear the smallest of gurgling. It was nice to hear.
-M. Taggart
photo taken 3/3/21
literally the calm after the storm-
while we didn’t have power for 45 hours
we had this beautiful sky to view
and we managed just fine
I think today I’ll drive the back roads
and see what’s to find
-M. Taggart
