I stood below and watched them come.
Only a few at first, winged silhouettes
that swirled and dipped their way across the sky.
Then more appeared and joined the few, a shadow
cloud above my head.
Fiction, Poetry, Nonfiction, Photography and Photo Art
I stood below and watched them come.
Only a few at first, winged silhouettes
that swirled and dipped their way across the sky.
Then more appeared and joined the few, a shadow
cloud above my head.
This is a feel good post because I needed one. And maybe you do, too! Enjoy!
Belgian Brew
I have come
to hold myself like a stone
on the dry palm
of my upturned hand,
to comfort myself
with a calloused thumb.
When I woke up this morning and first saw the news about the mass shooting here in Orlando, I was both shocked and disheartened. I’ve spent most of the day following the story on-line. And finding myself more and more disheartened. It’s bad enough that so many people lost their lives leaving behind so many grieving family members and friends. It’s tragic enough.
But adding to a situation that is already tragic enough, there is a constant hum of rhetoric telling me that we may still not find the sense to deal with the hate and gun violence in this country. What I’m hearing today is that we don’t need to talk about the hate routinely directed toward the LGBTQ community by many of our fellow citizens because “ISIS”. We don’t need to talk about our ridiculous gun laws that make purchasing an assault rifle legal because “ISIS”. What I’m hearing today is that the whole tragedy could have been avoided if everyone else in the bar had been armed and prepared to shoot. So unless we see some major, unexpected change among those who create and maintain our laws, it seems that we will continue to arm more citizens with fewer regulations and that we will continue to promote legislation that aims to discriminate against and validate the hate displayed toward the LGBTQ community.
All of this has led me to conclude once again that human beings, as a species, are too often very bad at developing the qualities of compassion and tolerance that we so badly need if we want a good future for the generations that come after us, if we want a future for our species at all.
So I decided to go ahead and post these images of trees, many of which have been alive longer than many of us. I tend to believe that trees are wise beyond human understanding. Perhaps if we spend more time contemplating them, we can learn something new about wisdom and peace.
I love squirrels. I find them charming. Silly little buggers! So I not only spend time photographing them but I’ll confess that I talk to them. Sometimes they even chitter back. Squirrels will most likely inherit the earth — along with rats, roaches and ants. đ
Are You Still Here, Human?
A story exists. You know, the one where you fall in
love (once
upon that time),
the one where she comes
through
the door
and occupies your bed.
Not a prince to test you with some silly shoe
but a femme in fancy dress
whose lust is all
for you.
A selection of photo art featuring flowers and the guests they attract.
If you’d like to see more, please visit my Flickr Photostream.
Bee Happy!
When Homer Jackson hung the I DUNNO sign in the window of his diner, Homerâs Haven, he never thought it would spark a nationwide movement in support of ignorance. âAll I was trying to do,â he says, âis to get people to stop asking me what I thought. Truth is, I donât think much about anything. Long as business is okay and I have some free time to hang out with the guys, I donât much care about anything else. Why should I waste my frigginâ time trying to learn about all that other stuff people are always squawking about? I donât know and I donât care.â But Mr. Jacksonâs small protest struck a chord with many of his customers. Business at Homerâs Haven doubled within a few months. He soon found himself selling I DUNNO buttons and bumper stickers along with plain old food. Pictures of his sign hit the web and went viral. A movement was born.
You carry
a huge black piano
through the streets.
It fell from the sky.
You caught it
and did not
crumple
like the cat
you once saw in a cartoon.
You caught it
and stayed straight.
You carry it home
each day.
I often like to use my photo art to tell a story of one sort or another. The story’s details, of course, are up to each viewer. đ
To see more please visit my Flickr Photostream.
Release