Light in my head, you in my arms—Fisherman’s Blues, and Deb
It turns out, that if you drilled a hole in the top of my head, took me in your arms, and turned me horizontal, you could use me for a flashlight. And if you we...
Category: Love
Clear Lake tug-of-war, Father’s day, Here with love
My father, fifth from the left, suspenders, church-picnic white shirt, head full of black wavy hair, missing the little finger of his right hand (farm incident)...
Caraganas grow wild
Caraganas grow wild along this river.A transverse tangle of stocks and stems,their yellow flowers, somewhere within,ache for bees. Through this forest of crosse...
Photography—narrative beyond the frame
See this picture? It’s hardly a shinning technical moment for photography, and yet, of all the old photographs I come back to, this is the one I seek out ...