Where we can light each other like fireflies

We have a good life here.

We will make our way down to the water

Over those mountains there's a sun that is sleeping

Camera man, in place out of place

so when this fog lifts

ps: This my 1,000th post on this blog!

Get up off the pavement, brush the dirt up off my psyche

A month is long enough. But what do you say to silence, to feelings without hard edges? How can anyone put words to anything? So here I am, atop a washing machine in an empty laundromat, your number on my fingers. It doesn't feel brave.

We are trying to make a year out of four days, a month out of 12 minutes. Both feel irresolute. But this is blood we're talking. The same in you, in me. And I love you. The rest will work itself out.

Maybe in our wildest moments

How we spend our days now

Because I'm still in love with you

For years, I made video wrap-ups of each season. I stopped doing them a while ago because I felt I couldn't do anything new with them. This one doesn't break any ground, either, but it had been a while I since did one, and I wanted something to put on the blog. So here you go, my 2012 fall at a glance:

Fall 2012 from Casey Parks on Vimeo.

For old time's sake, here's a video collage of what I did this fall.