My journal of big words and pretty pictures
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
The bonfire had burnt out. Initially, green palm fronds produced adequate smoke, but did little to keep the blaze burning. All dry driftwood they found was exhausted early, along with the hopes of the marooned travelers. Frank was the first one voted off the island. After his umpteenth rendition of the Gilligan’s Island theme song, … Continue reading Out of the frying pan
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
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
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
To complete one rotation in 24 hours, the earth must spin at an average of 1,000 mph. When you consider that, it doesn't matter whether I'm power-walking at 3 miles per hour down an asphalt sidewalk, or this snail is moving at a leisurely 3 inches an hour along the edge of a rain-drenched leaf, we are … Continue reading A snail’s pace
Thin spiral notebook 