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G. Thomas Edwards
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"Judge me not by the paths which brought me here… judge me by the path I choose to travel forward!"
"Judge me not by the paths which brought me here… judge me by the path I choose to travel forward!"

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There’s après-ski for after a day on the mountain. And now, thanks to Marianne’s artful handiwork there’s Benchboarding for after a great day of ripping up the wake. Grab your favorite libation and sit down to talk about that gnarly invert you almost pulled off.

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#wakeboard #forestfurniture #skichairs #fauxgranite #waterski #snowboard
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Unbridled passion the legacy of man, once past the bubble, travels the universe forever

The tall timber lightly listed,
and the old man, shutting down his menacing saw
with a flick of his thumb took several steps back
as the crisp crack
resonated through the depth of forest
permeating all with its clarity.

The solid spruce boldly cried out one last time
with a significant roar rushing headlong toward the ground
to embrace a new path, a new journey.
The old man, feeling a tinge of remorse,
wiped the sweat from his forehead
as he walked slowly over to the fallen giant.

Timbre will leave the land, follow man, follow Voyager I and II.
Hindered not by mass,
it will cross the outermost,
transverse the heliospheric bubble,
where the solar winds will blow.

At the mill, another man, a caring man
gently runs his hand along the smooth tight grain.
He smiles, and the craftsman's eye gleams.
This was a fine piece of wood, he thought to himself.
A caring man, he would take this wood home.
He would give this wood life.

With the care and passion of Cristofori of Italy,
the craftsman let lay his patterns on the wood,
tracing there every nuance and subtle curve.
He will pour his very soul into this wood
to give it life
as so many he has before.

Timbre will leave the land, follow man, follow Voyager I and II.
Hindered not by mass,
it will cross the outermost,
transverse the heliospheric bubble,
where the solar winds will blow.

Iron, carbon and silicon, carbon steel glowing bright
radiance of the sun as it pours into the sand, into the cast
so much stronger this way
for it is so that
longer pianos with longer strings
have better sound and little inharmonicity.

Delicious, lustrous layers of satin black
lay on thick, gleaming like candy
sealing tightly a hardened finish.
The master’s hands polish brightly
every metric measure of
this his tour de force.

Timbre will leave the land, follow man, follow Voyager I and II.
Hindered not by mass,
it will cross the outermost,
transverse the heliospheric bubble,
where the solar winds will blow.

In the artist’s room
dark and filled with creative gloom
she searches hard for but a single note.
It must follow an accidental sharp
stepping up a single semitone
and help to match her soulful moan.

Her fleshy fingers tease and
then appease hitting hard the ivory keys
striking felt hammered chords
that vibrate then the steely strings
and bring to life
this timber’s lucid dreams.

Timbre will leave the land, follow man, follow Voyager I and II.
Hindered not by mass,
it will cross the outermost,
transverse the heliospheric bubble,
where the solar winds will blow.

G. Thomas Edwards



From the Chapbook "Speculating the Universe and the Reality of Reality.” Available at Amazon: http://amzn.com/1494791560

#universe #piano #reincarnation #music #humankind #journey #heliosphericbubble #solarwind #existence

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The Fall

It should have hurt
it didn't
...the fall.
Angels fall to earth
as did Icarus,
son of Daedalus,
who flew too close
to the sun
and sans plume
plummeted
to untimely demise
and immortality.

She did not have
to catch me
...she did.
Angels are here
on Earth
it is said
to exercise
Free Will.
Some will
choose not to stay
in the pain.
She did.

G.Thomas Edwards

#love #angels #icarus #choice #believing #lovers
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Forgot to run one of my photo filter sequences... Black and White study of Ghost Town, Masonic, Nevada
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Studies in Black and White, A ghost town in Masonic, Nevada
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Marianne celebrating another Miracle March for Lake Tahoe in front of Anita Baldwin’s fireplace still standing at Fallen Leaf Lake.

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The Rise and Fall of Kahlil Gibran


They shuffled by,
matching waif like tortoise,
waddling along
in heavy wool grey overcoats
holding on
to each other's arm
as does the vine
to molting mortar.
Breath of Listerine
pungent in the air
smiling their contentment
made me have to ask...
as I simply had to know...
what could be the secret
in the beauty of
their unison while
dawdle dancing home.
Kind sir, I beg of you,
impart on me your wisdom please
your length of vows
tell me now
tell me how
you've managed
all these years.
Stopping in his tracks
ignoring me minutely
for but a moment more
he bent and brushed
with gentle lips
his beauty's
bright red blushing cheek.
Inseparable appendage
sewn to his side
she was there
forever, against the rising tides.
Then, and only then
he turned,
and through the trials
of a millions miles,
he looked into my eyes and spoke,
"My son
Kahlil Gibran,
he got it wrong!
The oak and cypress tree,"
then gently shook his head,
"Too far apart
allowing light
sneaking in-between
enables roots to
get their hold
and soon from
seeds of discontent
where once were
dreams and confidence
grow
weeds to intervene."
You see, he said
continuing
his long and labored soliloquy
"We've never been apart,
and thus the soil
'neath our feet
has never seen
luminosity.
Nothing there
will germinate
to rise and
come between.
"But what about the pillars?"
I asked in
utter disbelief.
Could he really mean
"Kahlil Gibran,
the 'exhalted'
whose words,
the spoken mantra,
has always been the wisdom
far beyond reproach?
"One need only ask Delilah
about the reality of strength.
When someone finds
themselves between
two pillars set apart
leverage will seduce them
to tumble man made marble
make it crash unto the ground
But pillars, sitting side by side
solidity, in monolithicity
allows nothing
in-between
and thus
will weather any
storm or rumble
that comes from deep,
far beneath
this very sacred ground.
Lest you
doubt my words
today,
then let me add
into this, my interminable dissertation;
that a single drop of water
deep in crevice crack
when turned to ice
will leverage like
a vice at fulcrum's point
and move once proud
and mighty peaks
becoming little more
then pebbles
lying far below
upon the valley's floor.
Heed my words
should cracks
appear
fill them quick
with all your heart,
and seal them with a tear.
I've learned a lot
these many years
and thus I say to you;
stand firm my son,
stand fast,
against all that comes your way
stand very tight together
till yours and hers,
breath and beat,
harmonic tangencies
so closely drawn together
that one plus one
shall be compelled
to always equal one!"

– G. Thomas Edwards


#love #oldcouple #longrelationship #KahlilGibran #oakcypresstree
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Sure you have a nice set of Adirondack ski chairs out on the deck next to the barbecue, but do you have a Minirondack for your kids (that includes pets in many cases, we know) to finish off that set perfectly. Built tough enough for Spanky and our Gang or a St. Bernard, these beautiful Minirondacks built using your old skis or from our stock will be the go to spot on the deck for your kids, grandkids or Fido.


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#artfurniture #uniquedesigns #adirondack #oldskisnewlife #pets #kids
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Feel The Bang

Of course it wasn't the beginning, the “Big Bang”. Personally, I have always envisioned a ‘Super Universe’ or a ‘Macroverse’ where our universe is no more then a white dot among infinite other universes, very much like our own night sky filled with infinite galaxies. And ours, our universe, is contained in an ever expanding membrane, ever since what we call the ‘Big Bang’. This membrane, much like that of helium party balloon is reaching the point that it is so expanded that small, micro holes are developing in the skin or membrane... and as such our matter so minute on this scale, is little more then gas, and it is escaping, being propelled out and through these micro membrane holes... which we call affectionately call Black Holes. In fact our Big Bang was not a Bang at all, it was the sudden opening of a micro hole in the membrane of another universe that started expelling or leaking its mater and dark matter into a new membrane, kind of like how soap bubbles can create a new bubble (the Marangoni Effect, about surfactants), creating what we know as our universe. We are already creating thousands, millions of new universes on the other side of our Black Holes, those holes developing in our universe’s over stretched membrane. If you listen carefully you can hear the sound of mater escaping, psssssssssssss and if you could pull back far enough to view, you would be seeing thousands of little jets of escaping mater, creating new universes. Bottom line girls and boys, Black Holes do not suck... they blow!


#physics #BigBang #science #blackhole #universe
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Cinnamon Roll

Yet another rolled gently down the snow covered slope,
through the pure white covered with a layer of filth
forming a giant anomaly, a cinnamon roll, a peculiarity of nature.
It came to rest at the top of the plowed snow bank
just shy of the road… as I pass by.

They can only be created in the most unique spots
under perfect Spring conditions.
This is one of those magical spots
at the very top of Brockway Summit on Hwy 267
overlooking the blue sky reflected by the lake below, Tahoe.

My mind drifts,
and a shrill harmonic whistle widens my eyes in anticipation
of the Town & Country, the “Woodie” rounding the corner.
We wait like Pavlov’s children for the Popsicle man
salivating at what is to come.

Twin oak and glass doors swing open.
Wax paper lined oak drawers, laden with droppings of
crusty white sugar frosting, slide en plein air
and we are wrapped warm in the aroma of
freshly baked yeast and dark reddish brown cinnamon.

Confucius would have understood, that life,
the pure and the filth of so many years
can under the right conditions
combine and create something deliciously new
that others might enjoy where we have been.

G. Thomas Edwards



#reality #life #yinandyang #harmony #balance #perfectionandchaos #laketahoe #winter #snow #cinnamonrolls #helms
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