A Long Way Home


Evil’s here, close by
Its crypt-cold breath taunts hot skin
Watchers on the wall


Before we sleep now
Folded hands beneath bowed heads
Keeps the wolves at bay


In these darkest times
Superstitions comfort us
Lord, hear our prayer

Birthday Boys

Two of the four people in this photograph celebrated birthdays today. Happy birthday to our son, Jason, and his son, Jackson. We love you!

Snapshot #177

Patches and I were sitting out on the back porch when she asked to have her picture taken. I call this, “‘Meow’ Means I’m Beautiful in Catonese.”

No Passport Required

Thanks to my Fitbit I’m just four pounds shy of my pre-Ireland trip weight loss goal. I’m not sure if the Irish will fully appreciate the lengths to which I’ve gone for my visit to their fair shores, but Fitbit seems proud of my efforts.

Just a couple of days ago the fine folks at Fitbit awarded me this prestigious badge. I’ve walked 1,600 miles since slapping the precocious pedometer on my wrist, a total equal to the length of Australia’s The Great Barrier Reef. Perhaps Studly and I should visit down under instead of Ireland.

Peace, people.

Snapshot #176

I took this photo awhile back. My neighbor, Linda, and I, along with her cousin, drove to Apalachicola one Sunday for an arts show. It was a great time, but I uploaded the photos to my cloud account and promptly forgot about them. I call this one, “Beautiful Linda, Better Late Than Never!”

Collapsing 

We were so naive before the fall, having watched distant states dissolving from the safety of our

Shores. We sent thoughts, and prayers, and dollar bills, tsk tsking all the while. Nothing, though prepared us

For the shattering collapse, the heads rolling through the hallowed halls, their whispered names

On everybody’s lips. Perhaps those far flung states will reciprocate and send their thoughts, and prayers,

Coins of all the realms, as we resist the tide of tyranny with voices and with votes. Maybe it’s not too late.

Snapshot #175

This one was taken today at the mall food court. I’ve titled it, “Willpower Suffers in the Face of a Chewy Pecan Supreme Cookie.” I was going to take a picture of the cookie, but it disappeared. Like magic.

Still Waters

Still Waters
by Leslie Noyes

Somber is this lake,
Now ponderous and heavy;
Egrets sleep in shade.


The weight of water,
Unbearably burdensome,
Lulls the unwary.


Still, mosquitos buzz,
Challenging the status quo,
Daring lake to move


(All photos discovered on Pinterest)

Snapshot #174

Normally I’m the photographer for my numbered snapshot series, but in this case it was an anonymous camera at Disney’s Magic Kingdom that took the shot. I call this one, “Studly and I Protect the Universe!”