She Kept A Parrot


We celebrate Birth and Life. We avert our eyes from Death and Dying. We see life in Kodachrome. We see Death in monochrome.  After the recent freeze, I went into the garden on a mission to study death and dying in the plant life there. I made many photographs of what I saw. I want to share the death of the Staghorn here. After the frost, The Staghorn anchor leaves changed from tender green… Read More

  Tortures   Nothing has changed. The body is a reservoir of pain; it has to eat and breathe the air, and sleep, it has thin skin and the blood is just beneath it; it has a good supply of teeth and fingernails; its bones can be broken; its joints can be stretched. In tortures, all of this is considered.   Nothing has changed. The body still trembles as it trembled before… Read More

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 this blog. My watch said 12:30 AM. (I threw this out-of-focus one in to frustrate your sense of composition) I keep wanting to move the frame up! Chuckle… I am bored with all this talk of dying. I thought the Crematory… Read More

Happy New Year!! 2015 This will be the year that I die. Remember the old Buddy Holly song? Below is a late night photo that I took for a friend, Lemony Gregg, as a joke. I later titled it, “Cause of Death”. It was taken sometime in the fall of 2014. I was seventy-two years old. I got to be seventy-two years old (plus seven months) not by making New Year’s Resolutions,… Read More

I have neglected my sweet Sammy! I had fun playing with the image above, but this post is not about graphics manipulation. It is about life. A life devoid of passion Is not a life, It is an existence. One morning this week, I woke up late. I leaped out of bed and raced to the kitchen. The chameleons had not been misted for twelve hours! I filled the mister with warm… Read More

When you are no longer required by civility to answer the phone or the door, When you are no longer required to go out into the world of work, When you can sit and contemplate absolutely nothing, Life is a holiday. A holiday often filled with surprises. A white blur appears in the pergola. A Mother’s Day orchid has blossomed in the early morning light. I race for the camera chuckling to… Read More

Charlie, Look for what you know And you will see what you expect to see. Expect nothing And you will discover the magic and the mystery of life.

Charlie, you may squander the harvest But you must treasure the seed crop For therein lies the source of all new beginnings

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

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 The dying Amaryllis Sings Where the Mother Tongue Is Mock Heroic Spoken With A Wink Where all the Flowers Wear Primary colors And The Street Lamps Are Sculpted Gold Where all the seasons Are Seasons in the Sun And The Children Paint All… Read More