I Find Myself It’s early morning and I find myself alone on empty sidewalks outside a grand cathedral as an open door beckons me in To my surprise, I’m the only soul inside natural light shines through the gothic columns illuminating the Cathedral of Seville Deep within this holy place I find myself in awe […]
Light Pillar Volcanic magma emitting fiery glow shaped and filtered by Mount Etna’s caldera reflecting off ice crystals high above the night air This serendipitous rendezvous between a hemorrhaging earth and vaporous atmosphere illuminated without sun creating a pillar of light against a sky so fair —— Image: Light Pillar over Volcanic Etna, Image Credit
My First Chicken I remember the day I caught my first chicken or is it only the photograph that I fondly remember I remember collecting eggs on my Aunt Ruby’s farm no photo of that exists so I’m sure it is a real memory The smoke house had a bathtub and the outhouse had a
Tilting at the Windmills of My Mind Another day that I must fight the enemy within It’s not real I’m told – no need to unsheathe my sword Yet there he is again, stealing memories of old This enemy arrived stealthily, I did not see him come I often don’t know he’s there – or
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42 Days On The Iberian Peninsula A picture a day from our 2021 self-guided tour of the Iberian Peninsula. The image featured above was our planned route (overnight stops identified with a red circle). Our plan had us flying into Barcelona, and week later flying to Granada. At Granada we rented a car and followed
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The Surf of Praia do Norte, Nazaré They say that Nazaré is the ocean’s Everest with waves so tall us humans, cannot comprehend When the big ones roll in, the global surfers descend attempting to tame this beast again, again, and again Once a sleepy fishing village on the coast of Portugal the surfing paradise
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The Sunset of My Life Day begins with heavy fog preventing use of many senses cannot see beyond the pale cannot see life’s governing fences Awakening sounds not discernable permeate embryonic air sun burns through the morning fog day commences without a care Morning hours have structure and a clear path to follow do this,
Clouds of Montserrat No one goes to Montserrat just to see the clouds the mountains there extend beyond the misty shroud The rugged peaks look out of place more befitting of the Dolomites viewed from the valley down below the spires stretch their heights Darting in and out of the clouds is the ascending funicular
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Maggie May of Barcelona Entranced I was by Maggie May Educating me the Mediterranean way How many before me I cannot say Belonging to her this late September day Her gracefulness beyond beguiling Beneath Barcelona sun I’m smiling Careening forward with water slicing Billowing spinnaker provides the icing —— I asked the captain how the
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The Burning of Detroit – a Halloween Sonnet Starting somewhat harmless, some time ago Soaping, egging, other mischievous pranks These acts then morphed into a tale of woe Arson and deeds not deserving of thanks Each year on the night before Halloween Arsonists would light up Detroit with fright Houses and buildings in flames were
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