My journal of big words and pretty pictures
A black river snakes through a gullible landscape Dark and brooding, slick as oil History recounts an ancient evil rising unchallenged Ravenous, Treacherous, Blasphemous The monster dwells within its foul depths Loathsome and frightening, poisonous as plague An incubus lurking beneath the surface Watching, Waiting, Wanting Its prey wades spellbound into its shallows Mesmerized and … Continue reading In too deep
This face… my face… is more comfortable behind the camera lens than in front of it. I carry an image of myself in my mind’s eye, and it doesn’t reconcile with what I see on film or in the mirror. I don’t like that, it makes me feel uncomfortable, alien, like an imposter. Behind the … Continue reading Smile like you mean it
Grayson Beach State Park in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida - one of my favorite local hiking venues - has the unique distinction of being located between the Gulf of Mexico on one side, and a handful of rare coastal lakes on the other. These lakes are an unusual mix of both salt and fresh water eco-systems. Dividing the two … Continue reading Chance encounter
Take this as a constructive critique, I know you’re still learning. It’s not enough to simply do the job you were hired to do. It's like agreeing to cater a party, only baking a cake, then leaving the kitchen a complete disaster. Pay attention to the smallest of details. It is simply good manners to … Continue reading Attention to details
A voice crackled over the sergeant’s shoulder mic giving out a police incident code and address sending Sgt. Kaplan to Roger Caldwell City Park about a bicycle. “How long’s it been here?” Kaplan asked Mrs. Edith Wexcombe, the person who called in the complaint. Mrs. Wexcombe had on her good lavender chenille house coat and … Continue reading Last call
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
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