My journal of big words and pretty pictures
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
I struggle within that murky in-between A distant boundary imperceptible Nightmarish creatures lurking unseen Damned to wander a dismal shore eternal Unsteady steps on shifting, rocky sand Wreckage of mournful regrets immortal Abandoned upon that tormented strand No guiding light cutting through the seaward gloom No charted path to traverse the hinterland Is this nocturnal … Continue reading Murky in-between
To the uninitiated, these represent childhood memories of pretend car races. To me, they symbolize the manifestations of a lifelong obsession, a compulsive obsession. At the tender age of 12, my son was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. His rituals involve small, die-cast toys. Mainly cars, but it can also mean tiny motorcycles, airplanes, military … Continue reading Kelly Blue Book invaluable
The ruins were hidden among the pristine McManions in a moneyed section of town. Shrouded in poison ivy vines and thorny brambles, the exterior was long ago worn away by harsh southern weather. Urban legends alleged its former occupants were geriatric cannibals that feasted on tender hooligans, or were metrosexual vampires, or more likely murderous run-of-the-mill … Continue reading Homeowner’s Association
I find my muse in a garden, not of flowers, but of marble and wrought iron. There is peace among the stones, a quiet comfort being surrounded by angels and saints.
Thin spiral notebook 