My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The recliner was pushed so far back that its occupant’s head was lower than his feet. He gripped the armrests to keep from sliding off onto the floor. “Are you sure you’re comfortable?” Dr. Holman sat in an adjacent chair, debating with himself whether to toss some of the couch cushions beneath Cyril’s head, lest … Continue reading Daymare
When I was a small child, I would pull one of my father’s white T-shirts over my head just so my face was showing, the sleeves and my hair tucked inside to make it look like I was wearing an ecclesiastical wimple. I would tell my devout, Southern Baptist mother that I was going to … Continue reading Do unto others
When I pass, I’ve told my family that I want to be cremated. As much time as I spend with my camera in cemeteries, I also appreciate how much land they require. It’s imaginable that one day, we’ll run out of space for more cemeteries. Both of my parents have cremation directives in their wills. … Continue reading A tree grows
Locked in a prison of my own making. Iron and stone bind me, confine me. Mortared by fear and doubt, Bars and locks forged in misery. Serving my sentence in solitude, Believing I must shield those I love From the pain of quilt by association. I can never be someone to be proud of? Stigma … Continue reading Personal prison
A tangled hedge maze of unyielding clouds, Mythical bolls of pure white cotton, Stretching beyond the horizon, shrouds The earth in a blanket of memories long forgotten. Twists and turns, around dark corners, down long pathways, Ever reaching, ever searching, ever lagging behind. Lost in the endless gray-blue haze, Ears to sound deaf, eyes to light … Continue reading Hedge maze
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
Thin spiral notebook 