Tag: Photography
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Tucson, My Newest Home
What do you love about where you live? I’ve lived along the north coasts of Ohio and Michigan and on the southern shore of the Ohio River in northern Kentucky. I’ve been living in Tucson, Arizona, for the last 6 years. Each of my previous homes had its positive and negative attributes. My hope is…
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Public Libraries Failing Us In The Digital Age
Library Rant As a library member whose taxes help fund it, I find it galling that in this digital age, I have to put a book that I’m interested in on hold for weeks (sometimes months). All digital media that the library boasts (claims they have on their digital ‘shelves’) should be available to any…
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The Venus Trap
The Venus Trap Honey and spice orVinegar and saltWaiting inRazor sharp jawsHidden behindSensuous lipsWaiting preyTo spring shutA trap is a trap A Venus trapWith or withoutThe flies –LE – 8/8/25
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The Tucson Loop – August
The Tucson Loop On The Second Sunday Morning In August The air is stillHot and dryThe sky is mottledWith china-whiteAnd light touches ofPayne’s grayOverheadLight strokes ofWhite in the westMostly gray inThe eastern skyLike it might rainBut I doubt it A few joggers andWalkers strollingThe lanesNot many bikes yet A lone CoyoteStanding statuesqueIn the dry riverbedEyes…
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Identity
Identity All human Identify isBased on storiesStories we tell ourselvesBased on the storiesHanded down to usSince the beginning ofHuman communication It’s how we establishOur reality These stories are basedOn the selective informationWe call ‘facts’Our vested interests in tact Since there are no such thingsAs ‘facts’Just perspectivesAgreed to byHumans in charge The ‘winners’So to speak But…
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The Last Morning Ride Of July 2025
The Last Morning Ride Of July 2025 Pristine summer morningSky-domeA few tiny cloud-wispsOver the eastern peaksSome dappled shadeFrom Mesquite andPalo verde as weStreak throughThe barriosLike the tortoiseIn that fabled race More debris inThe dry riverbedLeft by recededMonsoon floodwatersOr just maybeThe same ol’Litter bugs Crossed the new bridgeBetween Grant andEl CaminoThen headed homeSouth into a lightHeadwind…
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Last Tuesday Morning Ride Of July 2025
Last Tuesday Morning Ride Of July 2025 Bright pristine skyNo cloud-shadows toBreak up the glareJust the morningBar and QR codes fromSun through the trees Except for TumamocAnd A-mountainRinging mountainsLightly silhouetted inSummer sky-blueVeil of mists Aging Brittlebush bloomsSticking out helter-skelterLike common pins fromA pin cushion Or if more darkly imagined Like a plethora ofMisery-pinsProtruding from a…
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Letters Of Marque
Letters Of Marque That is ‘privateers’In other wordsPiratesSanctioned byGovernments toRaid and capture, orSink enemyCommercial entitiesShips, stores, and suchTheir frequent symbolThe Jolly RogerCrossed bones withA grinning skull atop Even though letters of marqueOfficially faded awayIn the mid nineteenth centuryModern ‘privateers’That is piratesStill ply their tradeBut they are now calledHedge fund managers I’m waiting for themTo use…
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Late July Morning Ride
Late July Morning Ride Blindingly bright morning skyClear, but for a few wispsOver the northern peaks Pale yellow butterfliesFlit among the amarilloBrittlebush blossomsBlooming for the umpteenthTime this seasonTuesday’s monsoon watersPooled underThe Congress Street bridge A new bridge spans theBrush-clogged, homeless andTrash strewn drySanta Cruz riverbed While a lone hawkSurveys his riverbedHunting ground from aHigh bridge…
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Lies, Lies, Lies – It Never Changes – Ever!
Wrote this over a year ago… Unfortunately, it applies now, as much as ever…; -/ Brain-numbing Mendacity utter mendacityup is downdown is upin is out andout is in you going to believeyour own eyes and earslisten to your own feelingsor what our owners andtheir lickspittles tell you victims are the predatorsthe predators are the preypoliticians…
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