As a rule most men prefer to get lost rather than ask directions, or use a map. This generalization is based on my personal experience. I took this photo somewhere in Venice while attempting to find the hotel that had my belongings. I kept passing the same church, or what I thought was the same church. ButContinue reading “Getting Lost”
It’s not all chewing slippers, diarrhea, and shredding mail. There are those moments in the morning when drinking coffee with a sleeping puppy verges on peaceful joy, that is, until another dog walks by the house or ten minutes passes, whichever comes first.
Fiction in less than 1,400 characters—ten tweets—that’s the fare at http://twivelist.com, my site for drama and humor in 90 seconds every Sunday and Wednesday. Go there today to read about a young woman’s troubling encounter with a stranger in a black raincoat—“Anxiety.”
Sometimes it takes more than one window to hang out the laundry in Venice.
In the middle of winter my bees are buzzing around outside searching for water and limited food sources. Soon they will be living off of the “honey” they’ve made. Took the top off the hive yesterday to capture a shot of them working on new honeycombs attached to wood frames that collectively are called aContinue reading “Bee Update”
Bulletin: Mayor Rob Ford was the leading political loser in 2013. Now this year from my home state of New Jersey, the world is getting a glance at what is wrong with political leaders. A top aide to Gov. Chris Christie orchestrated a traffic jam to punish a mayor who didn’t endorse Christie. Supposedly, ChristieContinue reading “Shame On Jersey”
The inside of abalone shells are called “jewels of the ocean” for obvious reasons—they shimmer like silver amid dark green and black rocks, moss, seaweed, etc. I prefer the other side where sea life like this petrified star fish are “glued” to the outer shell. Some people think I arranged this display, but what youContinue reading “The Two Sides of Abalone Shells”
In terms of photographic challenges, capturing the moon has it all: It arches through the night sky, presenting the photographer with differing angles and obstacles such as tall buildings and trees. Depending on where the sun is, the moon has a new shape every night. Hand-held photos are tough, usually producing solid whitish colors, orContinue reading “The Many Moods of the Moon”
Some words are like outdated technology—they’re used less and less until they’re no more. This week I heard “lukewarm” for the first time in years. I think it’s an oddly constructed word, stemming from the 14th Century Middle English “leuk”, meaning tepid. Since they didn’t have microwave ovens back then, I assume most food wasContinue reading “Lukewarm…”