Tag Archives: Hasselblad 500CM
Christmas Eve
I met a man in the ER. He has multiple sclerosis, which is a random marauder that targets the nerves. He was bed-bound, but more on that in a minute. He had belly pain which is what i was called … Continue reading
It’s Almost Nothing, Just This Moment
It’s almost nothing, this moment between us It’s the passing of our hands across the table It is the paying of bills, it is the proverbial kitchen table And us Discussing the future, in capital letters and, you know etc. … Continue reading
Every Decision
Every, Every Decision Is Life Or Death I could stay put, stand in line, be quiet. I could do my part, be a part of the team, cooperate. Maybe I should wait for a better time, maybe. Now’s not good. … Continue reading
Keep Looking
Today I made a pile of rocks with my kiddo for an hour. It was a three inch square pile of little tiny rocks. Today I developed a photo of a partially focused tree. It was a forgettable moment … Continue reading
Eddy
This eddy is taking a turn for the worse. I shouldn’t be surprised. All eddies are a joke, Going in circles and all. But the swirl is a tease every time. I can’t/won’t help it. I like falling for it. … Continue reading
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I am swirling by. It’s a curve. It’s a train. It’s a corner window You are looking out and I am looking up. Shutter falls, shadows rise Light disappears and winds its way back, Slack and sideways to this corner … Continue reading
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Just the photo. After my last post, I think it best to leave the words out…I say this even though I know that it will be hard for you not to go back and read it. It’s bad. Just owning … Continue reading
Pyramidamid
I would love to say that you start with a blank. But it’s me. I start with a blank. Then I have eggs and toast and coffee on the road and then I end up somewhere with my cube shaped … Continue reading
What Moves, Moves
What nature makes is better. The right angles that I focus on are not found in what flows easily, naturally. My mind finds the right angles, my heart, the flow. Simple as that. Or this… I can’t write about anything … Continue reading