There are a few places I like to photograph simply because they are so intriguing. One such place I call the Boneyard. It's a small beach area in Walton County Florida, on the leeward side of Choctawhatchee Bay. Its actual name is Bay Flats. Along this stretch of beach, sun-bleached and water-smoothed tree trunks lay … Continue reading Boneyard
Fortune cookie apocalypse
Four Horsemen riding Season of evil begins Should I mow my lawn * Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. If the end of the world actually begins this weekend, there's is nothing I can do to stop it. If I'm not prepared for it by now, then I guess I'm toast.
Lies and kisses
“Oh, what lies there are in kisses.” ~ Heinrich Heine It was his idea and she loved him all the more for it. They sat together on a surprisingly comfortable couch in a room that looked more like a favorite uncle’s den than a therapist’s office. Thighs touching, he held her hand on his knee. … Continue reading Lies and kisses
Teenage angst revisited: circa 1978
This past weekend my family held a yard sale, our first in several years. After the first hectic hour, I remembered why I prefer to simply donate items to our local Goodwill and church charities. Sketchy people show up at yard sales, and now they all know where I live... Other than the handful of … Continue reading Teenage angst revisited: circa 1978
Reunion
This week I've joined the Indie Ink Writing Challenge. Stepping out of my comfort zone, relying on a stranger to inspire me, or confound me. Jason Hudges (Life & Otherwise) tasked me with this challenge: "Your oldest son has just become the first American Pope; your daughter has just become first female president of the … Continue reading Reunion
Separate lives
We speak the same language Yet you don’t understand A single word I say We read the same books Quote our favorite movies But have nothing in common We share a God A compatible sense of right and wrong Though we can never agree Your body fits perfectly Around mine You say you’ve outgrown me … Continue reading Separate lives