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Looking toward Brooklin

Its the first month of Summer; at the final miles of a long ride the bridge takes form out of the dark.  Ahead, lies the entrance into our Brigadoon. A reverse tide surges white capped and ...

Winter’s Seen

The snow has fallen. Waking to white; cold, weighty fabric, like wool, spread across the morning. Waking, rising and stirring into silence, the day is tucked in and snoozing.  Icicles pull the windows shut - ...

Photo

This is a photo. No face wanted/welcomed/needed/necessary; features blended into movement, shadow, light, background, subtlety of color. Dissolved photo – into itself it goes. Its gone. Trick of exposure. Of multiple layers. No distinction from ...

Jabberwocky Wee-star

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things: Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages--and kings-- And why the sea is boiling hot-- And whether pigs have wings." It's picture day. Outside a beaming little light shines bright, ...

The Art of Silly

Let the inner wacky commence - let it fly right to the moon - unhampered by self consciousness it gushes out in tides of fun-time, zany juice. Silliness is freedom, and more than freedom: its ...
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