My journal of big words and pretty pictures
You’re complicated and layered like an onion. The more I learn about you, peeling away each layer, the more you make me cry. No, that’s not right. Thinking, thinking. Okay, you’re like a raw egg. A riddle wrapped in an enigma, surrounded by a mystery. A little cracked, a bit runny, kind of like snot. … Continue reading Onions and mushrooms
The teenagers took a break from their digging. Using the old shovels they took from their grandpa’s tool shed as levers, they climbed out of the waist-deep hole. They tossed the shovels across mounds of loose dirt, then found shade under a spreading oak. Sprawling out on the soft grass, Joss pulled his dusty T-shirt … Continue reading Gone fishin’
I'm the kid who has this habit of dreaming Sometimes gets me in trouble too But the truth is I could no more stop dreaming Than I could make them all come true ~ "The Kid," lyrics by David Wilcox Every Saturday, it is my habit to go on a solitary photo hike. This weekly … Continue reading The habit of dreaming
Stone walls do a prison make Echoes of voices, spirits earthbound Crimes punished, lives forfeited Footsteps stalking, heartbeats faltering Run! *Photo venue: Ft. Pickens, Pensacola, FL NaBloPoMo 2/30
It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.” ~ James Douglas
Standing on the beach, looking out over the ocean, I can understand why our ancestors believed the world was flat. That at the edge of the earth, it dropped off into nothingness. Thing is that we can never reach that edge. The horizon stretches outward past our vision, both real and imagined. There is always … Continue reading I can see forever
Thin spiral notebook 