My journal of big words and pretty pictures
I still can’t wrap my brain around it. Sitting alone on the desolate beach, I squint out at the horizon. The once vast, cerulean expanse is now a murky grey, its edges indistinct. A two-year-old article in Sky and Space Magazine predicted the phenomenon, but I didn’t pay much attention to the dire forecast. It … Continue reading Sweet cherry pie
I find my muse in a garden, not of flowers, but of marble and wrought iron. There is peace among the stones, a quiet comfort being surrounded by angels and saints.
"The thing to do, it seems to me, is to prepare yourself so you can be a rainbow in somebody else's cloud. Somebody who may not look like you. May not call God the same name you call God - if they call God at all. I may not dance your dances or speak your … Continue reading Star dust rainbows
Jane got her apostrophe today. Or, I should say Jan’e got her apostrophe. The whole town came out for her renaming ceremony. Turned it into a bourgeoise spectacle of avarice and ego. If her parents had their way, the diacritical would have been interpolated two places and not just the customary one. Instead of the … Continue reading Freak show
I live near a popular tourist destination. Our sugar-fine beaches are beautiful, and mimic the look of freshly fallen snow. During the off-season (when there are fewer beachgoers), I take collection of colorful, glass Christmas ornaments to the seashore to take some holiday photos. The combination of the white, snow-like sand, the crystal clear blue … Continue reading Off-season
Like stepping out of a black and white version of the Wizard of Oz, into a vivid Technicolor world of dazzling neon hues, spicy aromas and sweet tastes, voodoo and The Blues, 'Nawlins is larger and louder than life.
Thin spiral notebook 