Tag: Photography
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Wasting Time
Wasting Time no such thingan aspersion leveledby those with theirown agendas how is time ‘wasted’if one lives in the nowmoving and motivatedby present needs-desires often accused for notresponding to primary conditioningestablishment economic andsocial agendas, not mine ‘wasting time’an illusion of theneuroticly obsessed lemmingsled to their own ‘deaths’, inexorably –LE – 9/13/24 ‘Conventional Time’ – only…
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Lookout Finch
Lookout Finch scanning bushesfor any cattail twitchesbefore dining at the feederbreakfast buffetrecently toppled byferal cat’s paws finches routed byhalf a dozen pigeonbig-boys, the size ofbarred rock chickens, whilestealthy paws send themskittering skyward to roofs and into the treesseeking a safe perch andcomforting anonymitywhile feral pools of cats’ pawsripple and flow, primordial oozein the hedgerow –LE…
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A Memoir Memory From 1980
Lunch In A City Park Ah, there’s a bald head andThere, bouncing boobsOver there, a large paunchParading through They’re all here at lunchtimeMidday summer respiteBlazes of red, yellow, and blueSomething old, something new Feminine styles seated on the lea‘Machos’ up against the treesSleesey dudes strutting throughThey’re all here, lunchtime ease The band is playing, a…
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Repost From 2022 – Anticipation and Achievement
Anticipation and Achievement Let’s be honest. The highs of anticipation and expectation are the best anyone will get out of life, not to mention death. No experience, event, action, or consequence ever lives up to its expectation, especially on the positive side, not work or love, nor physical, mental, or spiritual pleasures of any kind.…
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Homeward Bound
Homeward Bound three small, single-colored butterfliesyellow, orange, and white flitamong tired looking Brittlebush, Sageand Desert Mallow in the dry riverbedwaves and sloshes of the last flood watersrolling down to the Gila are bakedinto the mud, looking like fossilized water dry and dead grasses glimmer whitishin the September morning sununder a summer-blue skynot a cloud to…
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Wraiths Caught In The Storm
Wraiths Caught In The Storm 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 it awayBut there’s nothing there… Translucent wraiths caught in the stormBest intentions perverted toPlundering beautiful biodiversityFor greed’s sake and…
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Providence At Kennedy Lake
Providence placid lake mirrors skyheron stands with fishermen –waiting providence –LE –8/17/24
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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…
