Tag: Photography
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Sand Painting – Memoir Memory
Sand Painting Colored sand seeps inSanding me through open mindMandela gazing –LE Back in the late ‘90s, we went to the Cleveland Museum of Art to see a demonstration of Tibetan Sand Painting. Buddhist monks sat on the floor of the gallery making intricate mandalas on the floor before them with colored sand, placing each…
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Monsoon Watch
Monsoon Watch hot and drymore than 40 daysno rain, not a trace promised monsoonsjust a faint hope asthree-digit days abound we may see one cominga dense, dark shadowcloud-bank charging a broad, dark waveabout to break over ourheads and parched land hitting so hard and fasttons of water dumpedhits the ground running off the surface to…
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More Haiku For A Day In Early June
A crow is calling,thrice, rest, thrice, rest, again thrice –rose-glass filtered sun. Jacob’s ladder climbs the sky,cloud-filtered sunshine –startled crows take flight. –LE
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Michael Hedges Concert – A Memoir Memory
We were sitting in the left balcony, third section from the stage, front row… They were great seats! We were lucky, it was a sold out concert. Micheal Hedges Concert When Ian was in high school, 10th or 11th grade, we went to a concert at Finney Chapel at Oberlin college in Oberlin, Ohio, featuring…
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Conservation – Solar Water Reclamation
Solar Water Reclamation Sparklingreclaimed waterslowly flows northin the edge ofthe otherwise dry lowerSanta Cruzthen to theGila and eventuallythe Colorado sun glares offacres ofsolar arraypoweringthe reclaimingengines disgorging thereclaimedreconstitutedamniotic fluidof life as predatorand preyobserve fromshadow-gorgedhidey-holes andshade-camouflagedcreviced walls and I stare at the arraywonderinghow it got this way dry riverbedspoisoned blue skiesplastic-laced foodsynthetic body-partsand lies, lies, lies but of coursewe do…
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Memoir – Some Final Thoughts
Some Final Thoughts This is the first in a series of final thoughts as I close-out my memoir. There could be more, but this is probably the most important, and may well be the end, finis… Existence – Why – What IS the Point? IS there a point? You may not want to read this.…
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The Path Was Alive
The Path Was Alive the path was alivethis morningshimmerin’, slitherin’wavin’ to and fro OH! plethoras of skinksand prairie dogsplus the occasionaljackrabbit and roadrunnerdartin’ across the pathfrom the shadowsto the riverbankand away there were alsothe mandatory fence-sittin’pigeons and crowsout for the mornin’show –LE – 5/31/24
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Bird of Prey
Bird of Prey sitting in a dead oldbuzzards’s tree, preeningchecking-out the pathnorth and south, thenstaring keenly into the wash I’m not sure what it wassomeone said buzzardlooked more like a largehawk to me, buttoo far to clearly see four times the sizeof the strutting pigeonsI’ve seen in the parksand sitting the power-lines along city streets…
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Memorial Day 2024
A reprise of a memoir memory for today’s remembrances. During WWII, my dad was a radio operator on a Merchant Marine Tanker supplying the US Navy’s War Machine in the south Pacific. During wartime, the Merchant Marine becomes an Auxilary of the Navy. Dad received his training to become a radio operator at Great Lake…
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Kingman Retreat – Memoir Continued
Kingman Retreat We took a couple of days’ retreat in Kingman, AZ. It’s 3400’ above sea-level in the Hualapai valley, between the Cerbat and Hualapai mountain ranges. It sits at the juction of I-40 and US 93. It also sits on old Rt 66 in northwestern Arizona. During WW11, it serviced an airbase that housed…
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