Liberally Photographed Library

I went to the library today and brought my camera. The world stops when you take a picture; revolves instead within the turn of the lense.



Just as I prefer paper to screen and ink to pixels, my heart swells inside a brick and mortar library. Alexandria fell and it is predicted that soon my library will tumble down darry into memory and deliverance from Dewey's decimals.



It has been suggested that I embrace the Kindle, but I fear it's sterility and I swear it mocks my shelves. Shelves which cannot be improved upon in their simplicity. A shelf has always been and I determine to fight for the musty book so their bond of friendship can live on into tomorrows.

Froggy Day

Fog by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

A Morning Walk

Darling Dog and I went for a walk this morning.

The air smelled like maple syrup and the squirrels strutted around the dirt embankments up the hill, taunting DD. An ambulence siren sounded, followed by the bellows of a hound at home by himself. Barooooo... A sad, sad song. Prayers for the man on the stretcher, gentle words for the dogs.

Make America Again

O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?



~ Langston Hughes "Let America Be America"

Disneyland in Pastels

Disneyland drips with colors, scents, and visions of exuberancy...so as a counterpoint, here it is in pastel. I rather like it this way.

The Trees of Disneyland

Feted Trees, resplendant with lights and gobs of panache. D'land...I envy your sparkle and shine, but not your electric bill. Good thing you charge nearly eight bucks a head.