O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;Here Captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head!It is some dream that on the deck,You’ve fallen cold and dead.My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;Exult O shores, and ring O bells!But I with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.
– Walt Whitman, O Captain! My Captain!
“Why, Jon, why?” his mother asked. “Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can’t you leave low flying to the pelicans, the albatross? Why don’t you eat? Jon, you’re bone and feathers!”
“I don’t mind being bone and feathers, Mum. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can’t, that’s all. I just want to know.”
This is one of my images from the eclipse. Lisa and I traveled to Cadiz, Kentucky. I found a trailer that was in the woods and on a bit more than an acre of land. My friend, the Norse, came up and met us there. It was my full intention to get all of the most magnificent images that I could. That is why I chose a place with low light pollution and right in the center of the eclipse path.
But when it happened, I only got a few shots off. Because it was glorious. Truly glorious.
I wonder whether the lower rates of Black Americans with dental insurance could be, at least, part of the reason for this. Our previous post, We may finally know what causes Alzheimer’s – and how to stop it | New Scientist, if you aren’t sure what I’m talking about.
Just spitballing for now.