Category: Photography
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An Early Spring
An Early Spring varied shades of grayclouds like waves-crestswith blue peeking through dappled cloud shadowsmoving across the Tucsonand Santa Catalina ranges intense and hazy sunshinegolden dropsdribbling through harbinger of an early springBrittlebush starting to bloomGreasewood’s strong perfume nomad tracks going to and froup and down the dryriverbed – modern gypsies? roadrunner starts to cross our…
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A Conspiracy Of Shadows And Their Ilk
Yes, me thinks shadows do have an ilk…; -)~ Shadows Rattling windows and doors,coolness that implores,explores,stretches,moving up vertical placesat questionable angles,lying across tables and chairs,stairs and floors,deepening the gloomin already dim places,in cornersand behind closed doors,sharp or soft edged,misshapen pools of darkness,yes, and me too. Auras of suspense — presupposed,magical, mysticalto those so inclined,play of…
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Commentary On “Elite’s” Propaganda
Survival of the Fittest? There’s not enough to to around,so we’ve been constantly told, and thus solda bill of goods that profits theself proclaimed, privileged few. Who, living in obscene opulence, stolenfrom wage slaves and the poor, subsidizedby governments, their cronies in power,enabled by want-to-be entitled elitists of all stripes. Leaders of the herds dismiss…
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Waking Three Times
Waking Three Times it’s the darkest hour of the nightthird time, I’ve woken from fevered dreamssweating into my pilloweven though the room is cold can’t get back to sleepsame thoughts running non-stopthrough my fevered braintossing and turning in vain sleep takes me eventuallydog barking wakes mebefore I’m ready to risebright light pains my sensitive eyes…
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Another Memoir Memory – The Black Knight – 1968
The Black Knight It was a crisp, early fall, late evening; and the very airseemed alive, crackling with energy, shimmering in thestreet-lights’ dim glow, where the colors of trees, bushes,and parked cars were rich and deep on the desertedstreet, with golden highlights on everything… I waswitnessing Shiva’s Dance. Then it rumbled in the distance, like…
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Blue Skies Smilin’ At Me
Blue Skies Smilin’ At Me once again on the Loopblue skies smilin’ at meover the mountian peaksand through thewinter-bared trees early Brittlebush bobs itsamarillo heads in glorioussouthwest sunshinethat washes postcardpanoramas of the high Sonoran desert a lone roadrunner exitsstage left as I scanthe nettles for ACMEroadrunner traps or anvilsand just maybe Wiley E… –LE –…
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Controversy
Controversy sandwiches of lunch meats and cheeseonce a heavy dietary influencenow makes me sneeze lactose intolerance, it seemslike most of humanity’sdietary allergies plus carcinogenic proteinsfrom animal fleshsuper processed to last forever at least at Micky-dee’s sounds appetizing, I knowprocessed foods killing youever so slowly in your sleep with incurable cancersand legitimate questionsgo unanswered from the…
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Fate’s Illusion
Romantics may disagree, but love is a process that must be cultivated carefully over time (IMHO)… And I was raised by a romantic (my mother) to be one; but my life experience has shown me otherwise. –LE Fate’s Illusion what are the chancesof love at first sightof a soul-mate what I see everywhere islust at…
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First Southwest End Of The Loop Ride Of The New Year
Took this year’s first ride down the southwest end of the loop today. It’s gotten even more disturbing. The west side of the river, along the gated condo communities, looks like it’s been vacuumed clean, grated, and raked like a Zen garden. There was not a single piece of stray paper or trash of any…
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From my ‘Winter Haiku Collection
From my ‘Winter Haiku CollectionOr, is that my ‘Wage-slave Haiku Collection’?…; -) # 010 mid January,my cubicle closing in —no help on the way –LE
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