My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Goodwood Duxford tales… Papers and open books were scattered across the oak library table. Battered from years of lovers carving their initials in the surface, school kids stabbing it with frustrated pencils and pens, and boot heels scraping off varnish during long naps, its patina was still rich and deep. Goodwood Duxford and Frankie Harp … Continue reading A view of heaven
Two paint-stained sawhorses were set up in the yard. A dusty circular saw still attached to a twisted, orange industrial power cord sat cooling on one of the horses. Several panels of bare siding laid out in the driveway on flattened cardboard boxes were waiting for their first coat of white primer. He knelt in … Continue reading Wifely duties
A small crowd of people milled around the featured painting speaking in hushed tones and casting furtive glances over the shoulders of competing bidders in attempts to read scribbled notes in auction catalogs. The artist, a virtual unknown a year ago, was considered a modern master with his canvases fetching record bids. His posthumous popularity … Continue reading Masterpiece
Yesterday was Super Tuesday in the U.S., the biggest day for presidential primaries/caucuses, with voters from 16 states registering their choice for the Democratic or Republican candidates. My state of Florida begins a nine-day, early voting period this weekend and I will be dutifully exercising my right as a citizen to cast a preliminary ballot. … Continue reading 100 Word Challenge: Duty
Goodwood Duxford tales… A picnic basket was packed with cold fried chicken, still warm buttermilk biscuits slathered with amber honey, slices of homegrown tomatoes, fresh juicy strawberries and chocolate cake with buttercream frosting. Goodwood Duxford graciously declined Jonny’s offer to come along to play his drums, well as Roger Oakley's offer to loan his 1931 … Continue reading Visiting hours
I’m feeling peckish I might bite someone’s head off If they get too close
Thin spiral notebook 