My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Too often man handles life as he does the bad weather. He whiles away the time as he waits for it to stop.” ~ Alfred Polgar If only we had the means to predict Life’s storms as we can Nature’s. A vision of what was coming, and how it was building into a maelstrom over … Continue reading Clearing skies
Sometimes you get a second chance. You fight your way out of the darkness, Wrestling rumbling doubts, raven fears Sorrow unrelenting that rips, and tears And strips apart All reason and sanity. Emerging through a glimmer of hope Into the dawning light, a whisper of Possibilities stirring the fragile silence. As surely as night gives … Continue reading Second chance
Weather worn, ancient Old bones creaking, complaining Winter winds blowing
After several weeks of stress and frustration, I finally had a chance to get away and let go of all my troubles. I headed to the beach. It's like going camping. I brought a chair and blanket; a windbreak umbrella; a cooler full of lunch, drinks and snacks; a good book; sunscreen and a wide-brim floppy … Continue reading It’s been a good day
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
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
Thin spiral notebook 