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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

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 to take Before the Shadow catches up to me. Thank you to all of you who cheer me along! I appreciate it very much. ūüôā

On my way to Mickey D’s for iced coffee I noticed a wide field of grain Under the setting sun, it looked absolutely golden I raced home for the camera and the wide-angle lens When I returned, the field wasn’t quite so golden anymore I had visions of photographing my¬†landscape from a very low and dramatic angle Well, forget that Risking loss of life and limb parked alongside a busy highway I… Read More

On March 17, 2013, Cheeky broke out of his shell and into the world. He is stretching a wing as all parrots do when they are delighted by something. He is foraging in Rita’s food bowl, But he pauses to stretch for me because I am talking to him. A couple of months ago I placed him on Rita’s large play stand beside my desk. At first, he really did not want… Read More

As anybody who has been in South Texas for more than thirty days says, Un pequito mas, and holds up a finger and the thumb to make the sign of a tiny bit more. ¬† Thus, the title of this post. ¬†I couldn’t resist sharing my encounter with you. ¬† This time, Mr. Anole was jumping from one stem to another so I knew right away that he was alive … for… Read More

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 to take his hand out of my mouth. ¬†He didn’t hold it against me, though. ¬†We went through a lot together, Swinford and I. ¬†He had a son after I met him. ¬†He said he was too old, but his wife… Read More

I know you thought I’d captured a real street character, didn’t you? ¬†There is one to die for (a photograph of anyway) who rides a three-wheel tricycle and collects garbage along the roads and highways here. ¬†She was featured in our local newspaper a few years back. ¬†Unfortunately, the bag lady I met today is of a different sort. I fell asleep in those sweats and the better-than-silk, “Thermaskin” undershirt sometime after… Read More

It ought to be immediately obvious that I am a shameless old woman. ¬†Otherwise, I should hide behind the hairless cat Gravitar. ¬†I have to admit that I did a pass or two (maybe a few more, actually) with the “smoothing” tool. ¬†The thing was just too hideous to post without a little digital “powder”. ¬†My teeth are not quite so white and my skin not so smooth by a long shot,… Read More