Before heading out for my weekly photo hike, I put out a question to my online friends, asking them where I should go… beach, woods, cemetery or backroads. The vote, overwhelmingly, was cemetery. My friend Kath, suggested the venue first, saying a cemetery would be a good place to photograph, in honor of a short … Continue reading Oakland: forgotten cemetery
With a little help from my friends
Lenore squealed the tires of her sedan taking a sharp curve. Accelerating through the apex she drove straight for the Angels Trumpet covered wall surrounding Vivian’s complex. In the front seat, Pauley braced for impact, doing her best to brake from the passenger’s side. Stan, pressed back into his seat, covered his face with both … Continue reading With a little help from my friends
A father’s right
He sat on the curb, legs bent so he could rest his elbows on his knees. A freshly fired pistol, now unloaded and its clip removed, lay on the sidewalk beside him, but out of reach.Dressed in clean jeans, his most comfortable pair of running shoes and the red plaid button-down his wife always complimented … Continue reading A father’s right
Embossed: an optical illusion
Coming or going Optical illusion, blink A trick of the eye *Photo venue: Henderson Beach State Park, Destin, FL. When I photographed this single foot print in the sand, I thought it was interesting simply because it was pristine, and undisturbed. While downloading it, I noticed an odd effect. Depending on how I looked at … Continue reading Embossed: an optical illusion
Where childhood
When do we lose that childhood sense of wonder and magic? There is that invisible boundary between believing in fairies and leprechauns, and only seeing bills and piles of laundry. I told my son recently that I miss those days when he and his sister were little, and we would build elaborate couch cushion forts … Continue reading Where childhood
Twisted
I turned down that dark road, Abandoning who I was For who you wanted me to be. Contorted and transformed, I have become unrecognizable in the mirror Held up to my down-turned, shame-filled face Careful where I tread, I twisted an ankle trying Not to break the eggshells I walked on. My stomach knotted with … Continue reading Twisted
Thin spiral notebook 