Sweet Pea, Sweet William
Sweet William at home in a hole dug by dirty fingers in earth forked loose and cleared of roots and rocks twists its mane of pink and red in breezes with the other garden blooms. Proud flower, watered by underground …
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And Then There Was a Blizzard
Some personal musings on facing the second crippling storm in less than a year to hit my home region.
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Remembering The Superstorm
Hurricane Sandy devastated the region I call home. Here’s my perspective on what it was like covering the storm.
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Postcards From Bermuda
A 2011 trip to Bermuda delivered a ton of inspiration and opportunities for great photos. Here’s the whole collection.
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Taking Stock of Social Media
Can one man really manage this many networks? Here’s my constantly updated rundown on what works and what doesn’t.
Escape
If we were the size of crabapples we’d cut our clothes from maple leaves, then laugh, in our green overalls, at the slow caterpillars who chase us, wanting to snack on our pant legs. In the evening, you’d pluck a …
Basil
Glow-soaked leaves, Like boats, they bow, pure green and pillowy, cupping the rain in their upside-down bumps. Plucked for the sauce, the soy or mate tomato, their scent is soft until knifed in fine ribbons Under tooth its savor slightly …
Spring Flower
The spring flower climbed out from under thawed mud and rusted blades of grass tamped by frost and boots
It Is Peace
Today I go questing for Everyman’s grail for a sip of pieced together circumstances of calm hope dripping and hoped calm dropping Balmed reality fights through soothing and sobbing and traveling to interwoven souls – synonymous with sinister – “Reality …
Simple
Sunset perched, I dreamed of waking on the moon. Simple like a flower in the Sea of Tranquility. Simple like the farmer’s rain dance. Simple like a song without harmony. Simple like diamonds.
Epitaph
Poem written in 1999.