Suddenly, a time warp into a land of rugged outcroppings, misty mountains, dense forest, Lake Superior, few people, a sense of sanctuary from noisy city life below the bridge. The roadway mimics this going from the six lanes of I-75 speed to two lanes of slower highway US 2 twisting along the battered shoreline of northern Lake Michigan. Sunlight dances through birch, maple, and White pine trees triggering visions of Menominee and Chippewa Indians, Jesuit priests, trappers, lumber camps, of British expansion, American conquest.
Writing is an interesting craft, words, phrases, stories pop in an out constantly. Sometimes as I dash for notebook and pencil they tarnish. Not deterred, I wait for more or a forgotten one to return. But it is not giants like P.G. Wodehouse, James Michener, Thurber, or White standing at the front of the line… Continue reading Inspiration
Pull hair, scratch head Stare deeply into screen What is that out the window Hhhmmm, more interesting Wait no! Back to screen Why is nothing surfacing Why Wait a moment, nonstop fingers now synopsis' firing Maybe, just maybe I can now get some work done
Summer Journeys Cars/vans packed to the gill with luggage and family RVs lumber down the road bicycles on back hanging on for dear life Vast oceans are crossed tiny island are invaded by swarms of tourists Envious? Yes, sometimes wishing I can join Financial burden is my delay But when I stop to ponder and… Continue reading I’ve been everywhere man, well almost
just when all hope is gone
Here we go: Writing The shine and feel of native copper nuggets passing over and between my fingers. Wind rustling leaves The warmth of the sun as it emerges from behind clouds Geography, particular desert. Space exploration Breathing the freshest most vitalizing air on earth The Erie Canal The psychological affect of gardening Physical…… Continue reading What I like or Love, a many splendored thing
Patrons search in vain for membership card Some squat drawn into subject matter Others laugh attention deep into the screen before them Workers shuffle books on carts and onto shelves I am home, my church, my library Thank you Mom
The following is the second installment of: Episodic Dedication Black pants check, black shirt check, block socks check, black shoes check, black and red company cap check, black apron check all is right in the world preparing for my novice career as Event Specialist (for a recap on how I got this far see: …… Continue reading First Day, First Event, First Fun
Evenings I choose to drive the scenic city route home from work along East Mill Plain Blvd through Vancouver, Washington instead of State Route Highway 14, which is like driving on a NASCAR track. On the radio Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture fills the interior with seductive, relaxing sounds, mind reflective from wet pavement after a late…… Continue reading The Attic
In January, myself and business associate are still hunting for retail space to move our pipe shop into after three plus years in one location. As with any new small business, the first few years are rough while building the brand and just as St. Johns Crystal Cathedral begins reaching new heights the property owner…… Continue reading Goodbye 2015 you warped and frustration old year!
With legend singer/songwriter David Bowie’s passing my first impulse was to re-watch, countless times, Bowie make fun of Ricky Gervais’ character on the show Extras “…see his pug nose face, pug, pug, pug, pug…”soon Bowie’s album Diamond Dogs comes to mind as this is my favorite Bowie album and begins: And… in the death as the last few corpses…… Continue reading Future Legend
Well this is a first for me in many a year, barefoot in the park for lack of better description. The temperature here in Vancouver, Wa is an unseasonably 102 degree (according to the thermometer on my patio) and after a few hours of writing and watching the webcam of people move up and down…… Continue reading barefoot in the park