My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Goodwood Duxford tales... The mound of bricks was a haphazard scatter of broken masonry columns mixed with single terra-cotta bars, still a vibrant burnt orange. Tuffs of green poked up through cracks along the outer perimeter, but the weeds and field grass were remarkably tame considering the decades of opportunity to overwhelm the pile. The … Continue reading The walls came tumbling down
The storefront looked abandoned. A rusty padlock secured the entrance, and a crazy quilt of plywood was nailed to one side of the display window. The other side was coated with a thick layer of grime. Someone had written, “Wash Me,” with their finger in the dirt. A hand-painted “For Sale” sign, tucked into the … Continue reading Upwardly mobile
Blue on blue vista Sapphire to lapis ombré Watercolor wash
Murky skies, murky mood. Going home is expected for these kinds of events. Somber, bitter exhibitions held for the living to perform grievous posturing, outdoing hired mourners. Firstborn son, blessed girl-child - she is the twin of you! - coming together telling stories, feigning good memories, lying to keep the vultures in check. Do the … Continue reading The end
I’m one of those messy people who eats while working at my laptop. That means tiny crumbs and not so tiny orts (my favorite crossword puzzle word) get sprinkled all over my keyboard. Owning my messiness, I’ve taken prophylactic measures to protect the inner workings of my precious MacBook. A silicone cover fits snuggly over … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: A minus
Goodwood Duxford tales... The group of ghosts and living stood at the trail head of a path that wended through old growth oaks draped in curtains of Spanish moss. That it was mid-day, and the sun was blazing in a cloudless sky, did not take away from the eerie atmosphere of the woods. A representative … Continue reading A load of bricks
Thin spiral notebook 