Angel

“Monsters will always exist. There’s one inside each of us. But an angel lives there, too. There is no more important agenda than figuring out how to slay one and nurture the other.” – Jacqueline Novogratz   This is the original photo, taken through the windshield while driving at night. This week’s photo challenge is: Refraction Continue reading Angel

Foreshadow

I have often thought my parents didn’t raise me … I merely drifted up, like a detached leaf floating on an unpredictable breeze. I’m not sure how long I stood there gazing over the fields, letting my mind wander at will, only to come back to this same thought.  I don’t know where the feeling comes from except that I can’t remember much in my … Continue reading Foreshadow

Overload

Halcyon days of my youth … I don’t wish to go back, I’m quite enjoying myself in the here and now.  But, Bob Dylan sang it to me when I was a teenager in the ‘60’s … “times they are a-changing”.  And they did.  And, I’d venture to say, faster than they ever did before.  Time and technology have proven to be, in my opinion, … Continue reading Overload

Art, Movies, Songs … whatever

I can shed tears when drinking in the beauty of a work of art …   One of the attractions at the World’s Fair in New York in 1964 was Michelangelo’s Pietà and Ed Sullivan highlighted this extraordinary sculpture on his Sunday night show. I was captivated by the beauty that Michelangelo wrought from a slab of Carrara marble and I never forgot my sense … Continue reading Art, Movies, Songs … whatever

My Little Town

Following on “I Digress …”, I’m going to continue, I think, to intersperse my photo focus with writing –  short excerpts from the volumes I’ve written.  Comments and feedback welcome. My Little Town I often think my parents didn’t raise me … I merely drifted up. In the 1930’s the majority of people lived in the metropolitan areas or on farm lands, but the years following … Continue reading My Little Town

Threads

Following on “I Digress …”, I’m going to continue, I think, to intersperse my photo focus with writing –  short excerpts from the volumes I’ve written.  Comments and feedback welcome. Historical threads of the 1950’s wove a textured pattern into the fabric that was the backdrop to my childhood.   This backdrop was a post-war world.  Many returning soldiers had only been home for two or three … Continue reading Threads

Threshold

Following on “I Digress …”, I’m going to continue, I think, to intersperse my photo focus with writing –  short excerpts from the volumes I’ve written.  Comments and feedback welcome.   A small group of nervous, giggling girls,  we didn’t venture much past the entrance to the basement social room.  It was large, and mostly empty, chairs sat around the perimeter just waiting to make wall … Continue reading Threshold