I don't know if the pier was abandoned for the newer, longer, stronger pier on the Gulf, or if this wooden pier was the victim of a killer storm and was never rebuilt. It stands like an old dinosaur, it's grey and aged bones baking in the harsh Florida sun. These shots were taken from … Continue reading One shot, two ways
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Scorched and cracked
If I listen to the doomsdayers, the entirety of the world's surface will soon be a barren wasteland, or completely underwater. The portentous nomenclature morphed from global warming to a climate change. We don't want to offend. Widesweeping winter snowpocalypses, and mild tourist seasons, don't fit into the ominous Nostradamus prognostication of melting icecaps and burnt earth, scorched and … Continue reading Scorched and cracked
Masterpiece
"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands." ~ Psalms 19:1, NIV It is difficult for me to accept that a scene like this is happenstance. That uninspiring refraction of light, mixed with a scattering of atmospherical pollution, filtered through altostratus clouds, are all that a beautiful sunset … Continue reading Masterpiece
Fresh produce
Rob’s dry spell was quickly turning into a dust bowl drought. It had been so long since he scored that he was seriously considering online dating. He had already mentally outlined his bio, highlighting his strengths, glossing over any weaknesses. His college lacrosse pic was close enough. That was until poker night when he walked … Continue reading Fresh produce
Gloaming
A golden hour, 'twixt day and night Gloaming, glowing, glistening, Gold and amber, jewels for the taking Blinding light, shadows softening Fracturing shards, shattering the firmament Within a breath, death and life A golden hour, 'twixt day and night Dropping the veil, drawing the shade In that magic moment, the angels take flight
A nomad life
Having raised my kids to the brink of adulthood - our oldest ][ this close to venturing out completely on her own, and the other impatiently (that's my impatience, not his) waiting for word on whether he made the cut for the inaugural class for a new technical training program at our neighborhood state college - I … Continue reading A nomad life