Tag: photography

Empty

A hungry stomach that food won’t fill Smiles with-out teeth and always going uphill Does the sun come out with the shades always closed Glass is very empty there’s never a half full Blank walls a staring, no stories to be told Come closer… Continue Reading “Empty”

Stuck on a Boat

A gull flew over and with a feather, dropped a note on a little boat. It said: “Dear Sailor, the oars are filthy on that little dingy, not even the surf can clean up that dirt. You left your mast up and overstressed the… Continue Reading “Stuck on a Boat”

Winter Dichotomy

How beautiful a snowy landscape is In the eyes of the happy hearted. But to others, it only personifies the cold, loneliness and desolation of a landscape. What do you see as you look at the picture? Beauty? Bitter cold?

Glistening Waters

Chesapeake bay has a way of growing on ya. Reminds me of a woman. Sometimes calm Sometimes restless Sometimes murky Sometimes relentless

At The Bottom

At the bottom of my glass Swamp blues and a one man band. Bunker Brew, Virginia Beach, USA

So Cold

Go to sleep and hope for the snow. Wake up late and find a storm. It’s just the beginning, the men are dead in the fields. Horses came through, but none drew near. Valkyrie wings close down; plunging and swooping the bloodied earth. Clawing… Continue Reading “So Cold”

Check In

I haven’t really written in a while or had any motivation to do so. I hope that’s how creativity is. It comes and goes like a mood or the tides in and out. Usually it’s just because I am unsettled in my life and… Continue Reading “Check In”

London Dreams

Taken from London bridge. November 2017

Dark And Light

I wish I was someone else. I wish I was somewhere else. I wish that the feelings I have were enough for today. I wish I could sail away be taken by the sea. Washed with salt and reborn. Reborn from the earth and… Continue Reading “Dark And Light”

Dead Ivy

Loblolly Pine Virginia Beach, Virginia

Flashback Memories

Stillson Street, Rochester NY. Bittersweet memories. Unfortunately, only the bad times come back to me. But, it’s a new city since I left. 16 years to refresh.

Cold Road

Shore drive, Virginia Beach Cold roads are less travelled.

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