My journal of big words and pretty pictures
Sometimes you get a second chance. You fight your way out of the darkness, Wrestling rumbling doubts, raven fears Sorrow unrelenting that rips, and tears And strips apart All reason and sanity. Emerging through a glimmer of hope Into the dawning light, a whisper of Possibilities stirring the fragile silence. As surely as night gives … Continue reading Second chance
After several weeks of stress and frustration, I finally had a chance to get away and let go of all my troubles. I headed to the beach. It's like going camping. I brought a chair and blanket; a windbreak umbrella; a cooler full of lunch, drinks and snacks; a good book; sunscreen and a wide-brim floppy … Continue reading It’s been a good day
Friday night, a friend and I have plans to attend a pep rally for 2016 presidential hopeful Donald Trump, not because I think he is a viable candidate, the man is bat-shit crazy, but because I want to see what all the hype is about him. I want to see what it is that has … Continue reading Trumped up
The brilliant wash of sunlight was deceptive. Hidden amidst the plush greenery and warm morning glow was the entrance to a subterranean bunker. The padlocked gate, and the rusted and vine-covered, chain-linked fence surrounding the lot, were proof the property was long abandoned. From the front of the lot, where the fence ran parallel to … Continue reading Conservatory conspiracy
To me, photography is an art of observation. It's about finding something interesting in an ordinary place... I've found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.” ~ Elliott Erwitt Found: a one-man inflatable raft abandoned in the woods near Shirk's Bayou pedestrian bridge. … Continue reading Found: one raft
To complete one rotation in 24 hours, the earth must spin at an average of 1,000 mph. When you consider that, it doesn't matter whether I'm power-walking at 3 miles per hour down an asphalt sidewalk, or this snail is moving at a leisurely 3 inches an hour along the edge of a rain-drenched leaf, we are … Continue reading A snail’s pace
Thin spiral notebook 