Tag: Photography
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January Rose
January Rose January roseOne of two amid the thornsStrong scent fills my nose The thorny bush bloomsIn Tucson’s mid-winter chillTwo pink buds unfurl Pink bud on displayA sweet scent, all pervadingThe rosebud opened –LE – 1/13/26
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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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Save Our VA Protest – Tucson – 1/2/26
Three of us walked the line at the VA’s Ajo entrance for the morning shift change, 6:30-8:30 am. As in previous weeks, we had about a 75% response rate. I only saw one confirmed negative, a bouncing thumb down… Our third person, walking the line, is from Veterans For Peace. He joins us from time…
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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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