When I was a kid, we had a huge loganberry bush growing along the fence row beside my house. Enormous, sweet, juicy purple berries. On warm summer mornings, I would sneak out of the house and eat my fill, only to be ratted out by the dark stains on my fingers and clothes. On occasion, … Continue reading Pake by any other name…
It’s the humidity…
Day-um it's hot! Nothing more to do than head toward water... Photos shot with a Nikon D60, using an 18-55mm, 55-200mm, 20mm f/2.8 wide-angle, 50mm f/1.8 prime lens, Nikon CoolPix S205 and/or iPhone4) For more photos, please visit my Flickr photostream. More Weekly Winners photo galleries can be found at I am Lotus. Please leave … Continue reading It’s the humidity…
Misnomer
Steel and stone castle A mean realm, hidden yet seen Homeless not nameless * Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL.
The gloaming
The shroud of night is laid low A death mask image of the day beneath Eulogies prayed over the dearly departed Funeral dirges mournful and despairing Wailers earn their wages Keening sorrowfully for a time well-lived Never to be emulated Never to be bested The gloaming spreads, darkening, deepening Voices now raised in praise A … Continue reading The gloaming
The collection
I found the first one hidden among a tray of gaudy costume jewelry in a display case at the local Waterfront Mission. I knew immediately what it was and asked the clerk if she could get it out for me to see. The black wooden beads polished to a high sheen, I could imagine them … Continue reading The collection
Sadness or euphoria
Her footsteps echoed through the empty sanctuary, the sound making her flinch with each pew she passed. She imagined the entire town could hear the reverberations, knowing where she was and why. Lighting a candle, she chose a bench far from the altar, smokey with burning incense. She knelt briefly to cross herself, a niggling … Continue reading Sadness or euphoria
Thin spiral notebook 