he says it was long ago and far away so, i finally called him to say i have your jacket some hats that book do you want coffee? with ice, not shaken i got my reply closed off that sweet dichotomy captive in a prison of his own making, i suppose, with chains of smoke for his own design afraid to face his shadows on … Continue reading adieu my knight of black and white
There is a certain freedom, independence really, that I enjoy that I have to say that I do take for granted. Even the little daily things, my job in a male-dominated field, for instance – logistics/receiving. I ride every day to work and back and I have a nice view. And, strangely, you know, it never occurred to me, and I forget that my Grandma … Continue reading On The Bicycles Of My Grandmother
Filed under freaky things found on walks. Appeared on the path last week whilst wandering the grounds that run in and behind that old Nunnery I visit, The Mount. No idea what it is. Racoon? Alien baby? submitted for the photo challenge \ The Road Taken Continue reading A Fellow Of Infinite Jest?
I could lie underneath gazing up into those blooms all day, listening to all they may have to say And when I say The Magnolia, that old dear the one that graces the front lawn now, a fraction of what it was. having toppled years ago, grown now from the shoots of a more Victorian era. Every tree has a story, whether it be short-lived or … Continue reading the magnolia
“Trees, for example, carry the memory of rainfall. In their rings we read ancient weather—storms, sunlight, and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history, which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.” ― Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces When I was a child my Grandmothers house was shaded year round by these giant Norway Spruce, Maples, and Walnuts our Grandfather … Continue reading The Worth Of Trees
We have this picture of me taken the summer of 1983, and the freckles on my face have quadrupled, and I’m smiling like an idiot cause it is my birthday. It was taken at the yellow brick bungalow beside Grandma’s where I grew up, just after blowing out 16 candles. In truth, I don’t really remember the day, but we have this picture from that … Continue reading Of Love And Lana Del Rey Before Dawn
you were made for me faded and jaded are we with dented fenders submitted for / a good match Continue reading my vintage rose
But spring is on it’s way, as Penny and I again saw the Tundra Swans migrating overhead in a loose V. And I’m sorry I haven’t written, I could say I’ve been busy, but that would be a lie. I think it was this desire to just simply explore what I wanted to create, after being Freshly Pressed. Like wow, and oh my gosh, and … Continue reading How Do You Say Goodbye?
along the river back to the grotto i rode this beautiful day Continue reading and i always say thank you when i leave
a radiance luminous across the snow we are aroused Continue reading a tryst with the sun
are we just etching these divisions into those glass houses sketching fables while shadow puppets on the wall play tricks with perception submitted for the weekly photo challenge | shadow Continue reading shadows
that intimacy shared underneath the branches of a Maple tree submitted for the weekly photo challenge | solitude Continue reading solitude within a crowd
we return, again and she runs ahead with her joyful abandon Continue reading back to the orchard
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