Category: Photography
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Shadow On The Door
Shadow On The Door There’s a shadow on the doorFeel like I should know itIt does look kind of familiarSeems to moveWhenever I do Light seems to surround itComing from a source far awayBut something interrupts itSomething’s in the wayAh, it’s only me Always seem to beIn something’s wayRegardless of the dayWhere perceptions hold swayInconvenience,…
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Painting With Sand
Sand Paintings Haboobs gone a strayColored sands, percussion laidMandala-raising Red, blue, yellow grainsSandblasting my open mindMandala gazing –LE – 1/8/26
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First Sunday In January – Morning Ride
First Sunday In January – Morning Ride the morning air was heavy and thickhazy sunshine filtered throughthe thickly marbled sky encountered only a couple ofdog-walkers using the Loopand a paint horse and riderleisurely ambling southin the dry riverbed yellow goat head thorn blossomscyclists with air-filled tires’ banecovered large swaths ofthe Loop’s sides along with an…
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Info Bombardment
Info Bombardment information floods us 24/7overloading perceptionsoverriding common sense too much to processnever mind anycritical thought but everyone seems to crave moreboth social and legacy mediatrying to even the score as each source negates the otherso-called facts distortedto cover the elites’ derriers Nietzsche gave us the clueno facts but perceptionspropaganda of the ruling few perceptions…
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Glaring Sun
This is a memory from the first three quarters of my life in the fozen north Glaring Sun Eyes squint, glaring sunfrom snow hills against blue skiesdry pampas grass waves. –LE – Circa 1999
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More Shadows
More Shadows light beams interveneddistorted shadows caststrange abstract pictures unadorned walls changefloors at right angles augmentnightmare shadow-art –LE – 12/30/25
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Last Sumday In December Morning Ride
Last Sunday In December – Morning Ride On The Tucson Loop rode out under a bright December morning skyafter 3 days of off and on again yin-rainthe river and washes were dry desert Marigolds’ bright yellow bloomsshouldered the path in a few swathsand two small contrails marked the blue aboveone heading south, looking like a…
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We Are All Philosophers
We Are All Philosophers I describe myself as a ‘cynical optimist’. I liken it to a katana (Japanese long sword)… my core being optimism, softer, more malleable, more open and hopeful, which is encased in hardened and finely honed cynicism… for cutting through all the philosophical (sophistry), political, and social junk (BS). The thing about…
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Save Our VA Protest – Tucson 12/26/25
There were only three of us walking the line at the Ajo gate for the shift change (6:30am-8:30am) for the Tucson VA. The traffic was lighter today than usual, and not just because of the holiday. The VA has not been filling critical positions for a while now and has laid off many for “efficiency”…
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Snowblind
An old one from my time in the frozen north…; -) Snowblind Snowblind in sunshine,dark barky spines protruding,sparrow-buds in bloom. –LE – circa 1998
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