Category: Photography
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We’re Only Human, Right?
Only Human vaunted humansmerely a strain of primateswith opposable thumbsand the ability to thinkabout the future, andthinking thinking about thinkingover-thinking? thinking based on perceptionsas is all thinking, butnone possible without sensesand perceptions of pastevents and future expectationsbased on them but all perceptions capable oferror and missing the realityor ‘truth’ of any and allexperiences … the…
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Alibis Abound…
Alibis Lives full of alibisDeny responsibilityCulpabilityPoint the fingerSomeoneAnyone elseThe blameWe have ourAlibis Our socialCognitiveDissonanceIntellectual dis-HonestyPuts the lieTo progressiveAnd conservativeClaims ofHumanity –LE 12/31/23
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Natural
Natural If we are part of nature… and there’s no real reason to think otherwise,then, what is ‘natural’ and what is not? Isn’t the whole universe ‘natural’,evolved through the ‘laws’ of its existential nature? Then, intelligence and ‘artifice’ in all their formsare also part of nature, and natural. So, what is ‘natural’ and what is…
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Pivotal Judo Match – A Memoir Memory
Judo Match When I was preparing for my Sandan test,had to compete in a rank tournament togain more points for my advancement. This was my first match, and I needed to win.My opponent was my rank, but younger,fast and agile; he mounted the tatami with confidence We took our starting marks and bowed.The ref said…
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A Memoir Memory – Joe That Old Crow
Of the stock crow photos I reviewed, this one looks to most like Joe as I remember him… Joe The Crow When I was a childWe bird-sat a crow, named JoeHis real name unknownExcept to other crows Uncle Bob left him with usFor a couple of yearsWhile he was deployed to JapanThough mom wasn’t a…
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Chicago Adventure – Another Memoir Memory
Chicago Adventure Back in the late 70s, my trio-mates and I were in Chicago, looking to find venues that would let us play our original folk and folk-rock song sets, and hopefully make a little cash for gas as well. We had stopped at a Ground Round type restaurant (they were popular back then, there…
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November Bike-path Ride
November Bike-path Ride a Tucson bright blue November morn’ sun-baked desert floor faded greens and brittle browns high and dry bike-path riding on a Tucson bright blue November morn’ –LE – 11/14/24
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Another Cold November Morn’
Another Cold November Morn’ another cloudless November skysun-bathed landscape not too distant mountainsdim silhouettes on the horizon interim landscape bathedgolden, yellow, and brown counterpoints of black and graydefine the actors in Sol’s play as a roadrunner scampers inamong the plant-based thespians scrub-sage and Brittlebush bonesfreeze-dried in the night time cold home to moon-frosted apparitionswaiting for…
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There’s So Much Beauty
There’s So Much Beauty there’s so much beautyin the world all aroundbut I find it difficultto praise it with allthe poverty and painthat abounds gazing at sun-drenchedlandscapes with mountainvistas fading in the distancebrush and critter-filledriverbed winding norththe path of least resistance social and economic promiseis nothing but bleakwhile the apex-predatorthe ‘elite’ of the human freaksguts…
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My Tadpole Catrike
My Tadpole Catrike tadpole Catrike gobbles the milesmy feet flicking out of the gapbetween the two front wheelslike a flickering snake’s tonguefrom an unhinged serpentine maw cold blue November skynot a cloud in sightthe riverbed is damp fromour first all-day November rainon Dia de Los Muertos the bike path was washedand wind-blown drynow, a large…
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