One-armed rakkity has been camping in the wild west. And on his return home, “My cast & two pins (titanium 8-penny nails) were removed from my wrist this morning. Calloo callay!” View larger image
Dan’s mother, Bertha, died Wednesday morning. Photo taken in April by Dan. As a young woman. Twenty years ago, shortly after Dan and Linda were married. I dropped by Sunnyside Lane to see Dan’s visiting parents. It was summer, it was humid and it was hot. That morning I’d grabbed a pair of white pants […]
Kristen and Goose View larger image John and Karen, Goose’s parents, invited me for dinner last night. Matt, too, but he already had plans to be with Debbie and her folks. We enjoyed a perfect end of summer meal: corn, rice, salad with fresh tomatoes and steak from the grill. I’d also grabbed a tall […]
Diane (the itty bitty person passing through the metal detector) on her way to Minnesota. Today’s visit with Flo. The photo, if Diane were here, she wouldn’t let me post . Selecting A Reader First, I would have her be beautiful, and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an afternoon, […]
Diane (the itty bitty person passing through the metal detector) on her way to Minnesota. Today’s visit with Flo. The photo, if Diane were here, she wouldn’t let me post . Selecting A Reader First, I would have her be beautiful, and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an afternoon, […]
View larger image At Great Pond the sun, rising, scrapes his orange breast on the thick pines, and down tumble a few orange feathers into the dark water. On the far shore a white bird is standing like a white candle — or a man, in the distance, in the clasp of some meditation — […]
Margo Lane came to work for Lamont Cranston after he saved her eccentric scientist father from death . Margo is Lamont’s friend and closest confient. She has been trained in the arts of disguise, self defense, and general espionage techniques. Resemblance to Diane a coincidence? I think not.
Diane’s collaborative Lighting party photos .
Diane’s collaborative Lighting party photos .
For my mother on her eighty-eigtht birhday. Just past dawn, the sun stands with its heavy red head in a black stanchion of trees, waiting for someone to come with his bucket for the foamy white light, and then a long day in the pasture. I too spend my days grazing, feasting on every green […]