This post, titled Euphemistically Dead, was published in The Woven Tale Press I liked their presentation and the layout of the piece. The online magazine features great work from some very...
The Parrot Abandoned her icy Perch On Monochrome Island In her search For Warm Breezes Bold Colors Sunshine And Magical Gardens Filled with Dreams Where the shadows Keep Their Secrets And...
It all started on Friday morning. Boy showed up with an itch. To catch him some catfish. Well, I don’t know a thing about catching a fish, period. I remember riding...
I have been toying with the idea of showing you our concrete manufacturing plant. The problem is where to start. Do I tell you the story of how it came to...
I am confused. I have lost an artist. I seem to have two R. Jarrells. I have the one whom I know definitively to be a printmaker of the first order....
My dentist was a nice man. He hummed country music songs while he worked. After he asked me the very first question, he didn’t ask me anything else ever. He forgot...
Memories are composed of small details. I understood that after Pops died. As I looked through photographs that I had carelessly snapped of his feet or hands or shoes, I realized...
I can’t save money. I can’t even save half a slice of my favorite pie for the next day’s treat. I live in the moment, I think. I am self-indulgent and...
The FedEx store is located, conveniently enough, behind Shipley’s Doughnuts on a main thoroughfare in town. I went there in a panic one Friday a couple of months ago. I was...
She Kept A Parrot 
“The Woven Tale Press”
This post, titled Euphemistically Dead, was published in The Woven Tale Press I liked their presentation and the layout of the piece. The online magazine features great work from some very...
Category: Essays, Philosophy, Photographs, Photography Tags: Black and White photographs, Essays, Monochrome, photographs, photography, Social Commentary, The Woven Tale Press
The Blue Horses
The Parrot Abandoned her icy Perch On Monochrome Island In her search For Warm Breezes Bold Colors Sunshine And Magical Gardens Filled with Dreams Where the shadows Keep Their Secrets And...
Category: Adventures, Essays, Philosophy, Photographs, Photography, Photos by George, Stories Tags: Adventures, Dreams, Holiday, Journey, Philosophy, photographs, photography, Poetry, Seasons
Boy’s Catfish or It Takes A Village
It all started on Friday morning. Boy showed up with an itch. To catch him some catfish. Well, I don’t know a thing about catching a fish, period. I remember riding...
Category: Adventures, Catfish, Essays, Fishing, Photography, Photos by George, Stories, Summer Tags: Catfish, Children, Fishing, People, photography, Stories, Summer
A Family Concrete Business ~ Part I
I have been toying with the idea of showing you our concrete manufacturing plant. The problem is where to start. Do I tell you the story of how it came to...
Category: Business, Concrete Manufacturing Plant, Essays, Family, Family Business, Photography, Photos by George, South Texas, Stories, Workers Tags: Business, Concrete Manufacturing, Family, Family Businesses, photography, Stories, Texas, Workers
Old Tex, The Roadside Vendor
I On Friday, Boy and I stopped at a fruit stand to buy a watermelon. That’s where we met Old Tex. When I got out of the car with my camera,...
Category: Children, Essays, Fruit Vendor, Old People, People, Photography, South Texas, Stories Tags: Faces, Humor, Old People, People, photographs, Stories, Street Vendors
How I Misplaced An Artist
I am confused. I have lost an artist. I seem to have two R. Jarrells. I have the one whom I know definitively to be a printmaker of the first order....
Category: Essays, Etchings, Old People, People, Photography, Photos by George, Printmakers, Watercolor Paintings Tags: Art, Artists, Etchings, photographs, photography, R. Jarrell, Richard Jarrell, Stories, Watercolor painting
How I Bought Brown Teeth
My dentist was a nice man. He hummed country music songs while he worked. After he asked me the very first question, he didn’t ask me anything else ever. He forgot...
Category: Adventures, Black & White Photographs, Essays, George Photographs, Humor, Macro Photographs, Modern Dentistry, Old People, People, Photos by George, Self-Portraits, Social Commentary, Stories, Texas Tags: Faces, George Photographs, Humor, People, self-portrait, Social Commentary, Stories, Texas
A Life Is In The Details
Memories are composed of small details. I understood that after Pops died. As I looked through photographs that I had carelessly snapped of his feet or hands or shoes, I realized...
Category: Black & White Photographs, Essays, Family, George Photographs, Photography, Photos by George, Stories Tags: Children, Dog, Faces, George Photographs, People, photography, Stories
Every Day Is Father’s Day
I can’t save money. I can’t even save half a slice of my favorite pie for the next day’s treat. I live in the moment, I think. I am self-indulgent and...
Category: Children, Essays, Family, Fathers, George Photographs, People, Photos by George, Stories Tags: Children, Faces, George Photographs, photography, Social Commentary, Stories
The FedEx Vault
The FedEx store is located, conveniently enough, behind Shipley’s Doughnuts on a main thoroughfare in town. I went there in a panic one Friday a couple of months ago. I was...
Category: Adventures, Essays, FedEx, George Photographs, Humor, Packages, People, Photography, Photos by George, Stories, Workers Tags: FedEx, George Photographs, Hobos, Humor, Little Adventures, Stories, Train