She Kept A Parrot

I normally post all the monochrome stuff on The Fuzzy Foto. But, I saw this in my files and I remember how interested in it I was at the time. Many...

Does this look like a dying woman to you? Me either. I just walked in from drinking iced coffee and smoking a cigarette on my porch where I’d been thinking about...

Today, I am seventy-two years old. In military jargon, I am a Short-Timer. Maybe in Jail jargon, too. At any rate, I’m in a hurry. Got stuff to do And Photograph...

An ancient Pygmy blossom Dried on the trunk of a Pygmy Date Palm tree Tiny dates once grew on the stems During pruning of the old fronds, these dried blossoms were...

In Memoriam The Vonnegut Maxim It is what it is Is true Until Of course It is not *(Vonnegut Image:  Kanellis.com)

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the...

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness. ~Kahlil Gibran

The Polar Vortex came On the heels of the murderous Frost And wrapped the Garden in ice Black Ice The Fans made a sound like rustling parchment When the wind shifted...