Silhouettes against the sunset
It is as though the sun wants us to remember its glory even after darkness falls. The darkest hour is just before dawn, but the most...
Details
I love details. Not in a contract. Not in a medical bill. Not in the teeny tiny print of warnings on a medication bottle. But, details...
Auld Lang Syne - Memories of an Old Neighborhood and its Residents
In 1995, when my wife and I moved into this neighborhood, we were most likely the youngest residents. It was an old neighborhood that...
Tones
Tones. They are the variables in sight and sound. When I was a teen, I secretly listened to the intoxicatingly beautiful range of tones...
Opposites
Opposites seem to always work. You can't have a stop light without a green light for "go." In music, it always seems so nice to hear a...
Built by my Great Grandfather's Hands
Hidden away from view in the top drawer of a dresser in the guest bedroom, lies an old wooden cigar box. It is cracked, has faded brass...
Hidden from View
Sometimes, but rarely, I find a place that is hidden from view. These places are harder and harder to find today. I have a few that I...
Climbing the Steps of Life
Many years ago I was at a flea market and came across an old print similar to this one. It really caught my eye. That point where I would...
Rapids on the Beautiful Buffalo River
After hearing about this river from friends, watching videos on YouTube, and procrastinating for literally, years. A group of us decided...
Life is a struggle
Last year, I was hiking in a deep swamp near Sylvania, Georgia, and came upon this tree. Unlike the many picturesque, stately, and...
