My journal of big words and pretty pictures
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
It was pure chaos. The dogs found my new book, tearing it into pieces before I could finish reading it. I still haven’t found the back cover. Trying to pick up all the shredded paper, I discovered a spot where the cat yakked up another hairball… with my bare foot. It was worse than stepping on … Continue reading Morning routine
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
Guardian angels Hold dominion o’er the sky Fearsome warriors *The Blue Angels, United States Navy Flight Demonstration Squadron. Taken during a home air show aboard NAS Pensacola. The pilots perform precision aerial maneuvers in F/A-18 Hornets. I admire and respect all of our military service members and their families. I am grateful for their dedication … Continue reading Danger zone
You act like it’s my job to kowtow to you. I’m tired of walking on egg shells and struggling to say the right words, in the right order, in the right tone. It’s not that I’m unsympathetic to your feelings, I can see you’re upset but you say, “nothing’s wrong” when I ask. I don’t know … Continue reading Like it’s my job
Thin spiral notebook 