Sunday, July 10, 2011

So quiet in here

There was a Time, before memory, when all forms shined in the cool splendor of the distant stars.

There was a Time in which life swam toward shallow ledges and broken rock, seeking nourishment in that which moves slowly. 

That was a Time before words, before cave sites and grave sites, before starving masses, buddhas, and Ish.

Mediterranean France

Sarasota, Florida

Time was something like that, Johnny, as I walked across the tight-fitting red bricks you laid here just last year, or so it seems.

That was a slow Time, a time when you and I wore saffron robes and swam strongly toward the cracks heeding our lust for one more day.

~ ~ ~

Looking Out

There will always be questions

needing answers we hope will complete us.

~ ~ ~

Sunday, July 3, 2011


All men seek Paris for something
like a memorable moment of life.

We men make noises about that moment
 and some of us make noise our tag.

No difference.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Windows into Self

You are looking at patterns,
things that one sees when
they tire while folding
and cutting and
shifting the shapes.

Such wonders these shapes 
and colors that come falling
on mirrors and windows
and closets and doors!

I know this boat is me;
and you, soul of my self,
are locked in the bow
of this flagship.

~ ~ ~

Monday, April 11, 2011

A Tree

There is not much creative pride
to be milked from a photograph

"I think that I shall never see ..."

other than making the exposure which says
"look at the wonders in this beautiful world."

~ ~ ~
man made tree, North Carolina Museum of Art, Raleigh, NC
click to enlarge

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Red Poppi

I have hundreds of pictures of Poppi in my files. 
None of them seems to capture the reason why 
I cannot easily take my eyes off her.

I suspect this view of Poppi is as close as I can come
to articulating my obsession with her,
even as she shows me her backside.

click to enlarge

~ ~ ~

Friday, March 18, 2011

Red Rebel

I don't do abstractions ... but, hey!

Red Mother

What's wrong with simple?

Rebel Flat

What's wrong with now?

~ ~ ~ 

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Tough Year

It has been a tough year for survivors.

All others have moved on.

~ ~ ~

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Beard of Oak

In the early Spring fallen oak pollen accumulates like giant defaced beards

and rolls across the driveway to meet me at the front door. 

~ ~ ~

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Mulch Pot

Blessings from the kitchen.

Yes, mulch pots do call for their own photo opportunities. And why not?
These egg shells, strawberries, alamanda flowers and greens are already preparing the sandy Florida soil for our new orange tree.

~ ~ ~


Monday, February 28, 2011

Monday, February 14, 2011

Friday, February 11, 2011

Blue ~ Noodle

When I look at others, I can see myself

always a bit off-balance

always seeking

~ ~ ~

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Fly Away

She never shared the same affection for me 
She just flew away

~ ~ ~

Monday, January 31, 2011

Far Too Many

There are far too many objects to consider, far too many beautiful, interesting things to see, far too many really lonely people to befriend.

So this is no time to close your eyes or cover your ears. This is a time to celebrate all Light.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Thursday, January 6, 2011