These characters are in photos I took at the Bread and Puppet Theatre in Vermont. When I visited, there was no one at all except me in the giant, two story, dark barn where the puppets are kept. There was no electricity and I used my camera's light to make my way across the ancient floorboards and snap the pictures. It was October. Mwaaahahahaa !
Friday, October 14, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
at 8:40 AM
Monday, October 10, 2011
Like Alice, I am tall or small
and, falling, change like leaves to gold.
Arriving at the Hatter’s Tea
I smile, and chat, and quite agree
no one has ever seen me old,
and yet I’ve grown.
And you are there at chess with me
although I never learned the game.
We bow and change from square to square,
trying to see beyond the board.
Nothing’s the same.
Then I am on the path alone.
The Cheshire smile is fading fast;
the rabbit’s clock is running slow.
I don’t know where I need to go.
Still I watch the plot unfold,
just because I’m never told
what happens next.
at 11:02 AM