Category: Photography
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Memoir – My Wage-slave Career – Part 6
Post Second Divorce Until Retirement For the next twelve years, until I retired, I worked at a series of free-lance technical writing jobs, procured through various temp agencies. And in between those, I worked as a substitute teacher, a lawn care provider, mower, and a waiter. I also taught Aikido and Tai Chi a couple…
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Nothing There
This will be my last post for awhile. I’m taking a little break; and I don’t know how long it will be… Nothing There Looking around on any given daySurveying what human civilizationHas wrought, the consequence ofOur deepest philosophical thought A tear forms in my eyeSpills and slides down my cheekRaise my hand to wipe…
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Memoir – My Wage-slave Career – Part 2
My Career as a Wage-slave Continued… As I’ve already written about my years-long journey to ‘find myself’, I’ll stick to my maturing as a wage-slave, for what it’s worth. And yes, during all these times, I was also trying to jumpstart my hoped-for career as a musician, which sputtered for many years, finally igniting in…
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Memoir – My Wage-slave Career Part 1
My Career as a Wage-Slave (start) I started wage-slaving at the age of 10. My dad took me with him as his ‘go-for’ in his plumbing and heating business. He later branched out into remodeling and roofing too, which I also learned and worked at off and on in hard times throughout my working career.…
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Eastern Way
Eastern Way when I was a child30 seemed old to meso I didn’t expect tolive much beyond it never consideredold age and itsinfirmitiesfelt pretty invincibleless very bad luckor inane stupidity early on, eastern artsinspired meKungfu, Judo, Aikidoand Tai Chitheir philosophies madeperfect sense to me –LE – 7/20/24
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The Loop – The Tucson Side
The Loop – The Tucson Side two days after a recordmonsoon rainfallthe Santa Cruz was stillfairly full and rapidly flowingto the Gila, more than60 miles north of Tucson a blue-gray cloudy daywith Sol poking rays throughin intricate, ladder-like patternsbacked by verdant greensdried-grass tans and yellow-cappedBrittlebush side-glance gleams the breeze was brisk andrefreshing, while theatmosphere hung…
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Reprising ‘Road to Nowhere’
It’s interesting that no matter how things change and time progresses, things seem to remain essentially the same… Road to Nowhere rode the loop todayto El Camino Del Cerrothe road to nowhereI wonder where(here here wherewhere there there–Stooges) crossed over theSanta Cruz withits reclaimed watertrickling along itsedge river otherwisedesert dry ocotillo hedge bloomsred after rainno…
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Sorcery Is Us
Sorcery Is Us we’re all would-be mageschoosing our words carefullyto achieve desired effectscreating spells and incantations sorcerers selecting words and phrasescarefully using poetic devicesrhyme, alliteration, and metaphorto conjure power and much more the very invention of languagesbut human sorceries, rendered incantationscreated societies and civilizationsgenocides and desertifications homo sapiens innate predatory natureexpressed in languages, lethal products…
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Typical Tucson July
Typical Tucson July early morning ride sawstraw colored buffel grasscovered hills and flatsthe desert floor resemblingyellow-tan tatami mats contrast the verdant greensof the bushes and treesthe aloe’s silver-blue greensthe dry, desert landscapea somber, mottled scene two roadrunners crossed my pathas did a couple of lizardsforegoing their pushups todayas three scorpions hightailed itright and left, out…
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Joe The Crow – Another Memoir Memory
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 fan Joe could imitate her dog-callBy name and whistleCrows can imitate soundsAnd words, make you bristle Before Joe,…
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