My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Stretched out in the warm, soft sand My shirt riding up at the waist I feel the tickle of crystalline quartz against my skin From this down-to-earth vantage point I see The delicate geometry of each grain The curve and curl of each graceful scallop Making contact with my world Seeing what few see Feeling … Continue reading The world beneath my feet
Baby steps, toddling Time flees irretrievable Blinking, and they’re gone
The brilliant wash of sunlight was deceptive. Hidden amidst the plush greenery and warm morning glow was the entrance to a subterranean bunker. The padlocked gate, and the rusted and vine-covered, chain-linked fence surrounding the lot, were proof the property was long abandoned. From the front of the lot, where the fence ran parallel to … Continue reading Conservatory conspiracy
“Are you going to leave that there?” “No, I'll take it down, just like all the rest of the flags left here.” “They’ll just put it back again.” “I know, but the cemetery is only decorated a couple of times a year, I can keep up with that.” I found the gravesite while researching a … Continue reading Boy soldier
To me, photography is an art of observation. It's about finding something interesting in an ordinary place... I've found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.” ~ Elliott Erwitt Found: a one-man inflatable raft abandoned in the woods near Shirk's Bayou pedestrian bridge. … Continue reading Found: one raft
They serve as a reminder that life is not easy It is not safe to dip your toe in the water Don’t venture out too deep There are leviathan and krakens Lying in wait, ready to carry you into the fathomless abyss Whales to swallow you whole Sharks to eat you alive It is not … Continue reading No wake
Thin spiral notebook 