I love the way grass stems, blown back and forth by the wind, sweep graceful arcs across the sand. May we, blown by the winds of change, move as gracefully.

Photo of a tuft of grass at Horseneck Beach State Reserve, Westport, M...

The old is always new and the new is always getting older. As soon as it appears,

the new takes its place in time, which blesses it with character. The new is no

longer what it was, but neither is the old. Both get older and, in...

The photos shown here are a selection from Nicolas Russell’s show at SouthPop Austin, opening Oct 22 through Dec 2, 2017. They were taken during Nick’s time at the University of Texas and shortly thereafter. Many were featured i...

 Night Tulips

Even at night, the tulips show forth their glory. 
Even in the dark, they dance and sing. 
Bring out a light and you will find them 
shouting their hallelujahs. 
So, too, when the dismal descends, 
may we do as well...

Air In Water

On the inside walls of my glass, 
tiny bubbles of air appear out of nowhere 
as the cold water warms to room temperature. 
Wondering why, I read and learn. 
The warmer water gets, the less air it holds. 
That’s the...

The crowd at the street car stop a few blocks from my house was excited. They were also numerous, maybe 30 individuals, when normally there usually less than 6. When the street car pulled up and it was clear that it was too full...

They say there were over 3,000,000 people who marched around the world for women and against Donald Trump on Saturday January 2, 2017.  This must have put Steve  Bannon and his ‘conservaturds’ into  a dither,  especially in view...

“I see! I see!” said the blind man, as he picked up his camera and saw.

The camera connects me to the facts of the world; otherwise, I am all in my head, dwelling on dreamy possibilities, blind to many, many things. Camera in han...

Differences

I imagine the worst, that 
our differences will divide us — 
marriages split, 
families broken, 
communities in uproar, 
civil wars raging 
in all their uncivil ways, 
the world at odds with itself, 
without comprom...

Pity me not. Even caged, I can strut. 

I am Platalea ajaja — Roseate Spoonbill. 

There isn’t a mudhen alive 

can strain marsh ooze better than I. 

There isn’t a peacock prouder 

of its plumage and stately gait. 

But envy me...

My wife tells me the latest:

A doctor and lawyer with two small children are getting divorced.

A recently-retired man faces aggressive dementia.

A 59-year-old woman falls to her death at a local adventure park.

I have no stories for...

If you have two feet, use them.

If you have wheels, set them spinning.

The train’s at the station,

the ship’s ready to sail,

the plane will soon depart.

Pray to God, the Lord of corns and blisters,

of flat tires and traffic jams,

of tr...

Last week the U.S. Attorney General said, “The answer must not be violence. The answer is never violence.” These are not the words one expects from the nation’s top law enforcer. Taken at face value, police will no longer resort...