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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 response Falls the Shadow Life is very long… T.S Eliot The Hollow Men

 Polaroid Close Up Camera Lens Filter Kit +1, +2, +4, +10 Diopter Filters That’s what it said on the box. I was surprised that I’d actually ordered the correct size. Rick Braveheart talked about filters and converters in a couple of his posts. They are cheap and easy to use, he said. Cheap and Easy A concept I could understand… So, I screwed the +4 filter onto the lens And Away I… Read More

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

Brueghel’s Garden or There once was a guy Named Brueghel Who famously liked to scroogle All over the page

I could tell you that I’ve been lounging poolside at the Hotel Carleton On La Croisette But The timeline isn’t right for the Cannes Film Festival. Or I could blame it on The Mad Cow But That’s only half-true. Instead I’m gonna‘ claim that The Magic Carpet flight has been delayed Due, of course, to the Polar Vortex. 😉 That’s my story And I’m sticking to it! 🙂 Update: Take-off in thirty minutes… Read More

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 Cracked ice crashed onto fans below Each leaf encased in its own glass coffin Shiny Black Ice Transformed the leaves Into stiff caricatures of themselves Dead Pygmy Palm leaves And live ones too Froze in a robotic dance Cardboard Palm leaves… Read More

Those of you who recall the post titled “Sister Angels” know how distressed I was at the vandalism that left one of the angels destroyed.  A few weeks ago, I drove by the cemetery and looked over at the tombstone expecting to see only one intact angel.  To my absolute delight, I saw that the ravaged angel was whole again.  I could hardly believe it.  A bird sat on her wing watching… Read More

A MOTHER’S KEEPER For a long time, I’ve wanted to have a place to put photographs.  Just odd photographs that don’t fit into my blog.  The other night, I decided to create a drop-box file for my favorite photographs.  About two-o’clock in the morning, I hastily created The Fuzzy Foto.  If you’re interested, I’ll be dropping my fuzzies and an occasional sharp one into the Fuzzy Foto box.   My mother’s urn… Read More

China Inn Tonight, as I was going into my little Chinese food restaurant in a corner of a dingy shopping center, I saw him.  He was an old silver-haired man who had parked next to me.  He was getting out of his car with great difficulty.  His wife had already left the car and was walking around near the door of the restaurant.  He is slow, I thought, because he is disabled…. Read More