Journal Entries

Autumn or Fall, it’s the best of them all.

My weekend was spent driving. And driving. And now I'm almost out of gas. I took more photos this weekend then I have in a long time. I divided my day between Mud Lake road and C-Side. I'm test driving a new camera and I LOVE it. I'm definitely putting it on my 'to buy' list for… Continue reading Autumn or Fall, it’s the best of them all.

Journal Entries, Poetry

Wet touch.

Liquid lines around the shore; Wet touch. A stranger until we’re in danger. Light dances across the water - following a plane. Seven lights blink, not in sync, broken across the bay. The smell of tobacco stains the air. Breathing-in and out-heart unmatched; rhythm. Toe tapping. Gravel scraping. A headlight shines through the musk of… Continue reading Wet touch.