With the windshield wipers beating out a steady tha-thwump , tha-thwump, I took the…
How do you know when it’s time to move on or to keep trying?
I have been photographing the Caribbean island of Puerto Rico for many years. Most of my work can be categorized as outdoor…
You know those grand dreams when you were younger? The ones where you were the most…
Not to belabor the point — although I will — during the course of writing a series of thoughts on…
If the title wasn’t obvious enough, this is my 100th consecutive post for 100 Naked Words.
Here I am at 100 days of writing for 100 Naked Words (with another two months of consecutive writing on my own page leading up to these 100 days).
A deep talk with someone is one of my favorite occupations. I feel good while exchanging with someone.
Learning new ideas, discovering new faces, new ways of thinking, new stories.
It’s 11:11, I smiled. Make a wish.
Divine timing for a divine thought. A whisper of smoke trails its silk scarf around the nape of my imagination.
An intimate dance I never tire of watching. Some days it takes longer to lift…
I walked into my friend’s house yesterday and found her sobbing. I’d never seen her sobbing before. In the moment before deciding to console her, I wondered if I should run away. I was concerned more about her dignity, her pride, than anything else. I thought she’d be embarrassed and that was another pain that I could…
It only takes a moment to pass on a smile. You don’t even have to ‘feel’ it. You just have to…
There is something about someone saying I can’t or shouldn’t do something that gets me a little defensive and often has me doing said thing…
Nature is a distant stranger on a talk show
Not a loving mother, the calling of a crow
Not a long embrace, or a source of wonder to be faced
Nature is scheduled at half past eight
In combat sports, two opponents trade blows. The goal, of course, is to hit without being hit. To attack until the other fellow is knocked asunder. To hack away until they fall like a Christmas tree in January. That’s the goal — win divisively and without question. But…
Let it flow from the brain, past the face, into the neck, shoulders, arms, fingers, keys.
Let it flow.
Nope. Got nothing.
Keep trying.
Fuck.