Today is Super Bowl Sunday, prompting me to update a story I wrote in 2013 about a retired pro football player with TBI (traumatic brain injury). I hope today’s game ends without injuries, but I’ve talked to a few retired pros who know the reality of taking a hard hit to the head. Fast FictionContinue reading “Fast Fiction: Stringer Morton”
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Poetry: The Thoughtful Squirrel
I need time to think, thought the squirrel, High up in a tree in the middle of winter. Yes, it was the exact center of the season When collecting acorns Should be done. But he had none. Months of play Did so pass Until he was Out of gas. Kaput Without A nut. Maybe thinkingContinue reading “Poetry: The Thoughtful Squirrel”
Squirrel Stare Down
I was walking Ivan near the ocean this week when I saw a squirrel staring at me. Ivan was too busy sniffing plants to notice the stare down. Pulled out my camera–the staring continued. Click! We left.
Chipping Sparrow
Visited by a large number of chipping sparrows yesterday. Found one that decided to break away from the crowd. It didn’t appear to mind being photographed. Click!
Carmel Fog
Two days ago we had a spectacular sunset, but yesterday we had heavy fog despite blue skies about 90 minutes before I took this shot. Business as usual.
Black Turnstone
My bird app says the black turnstone hunts for food in the strip of rocks and beach at the Pacific Ocean’s end and that was exactly what I saw yesterday at Spanish Bay Beach. The turnstones were busy, seemingly not aware of the high winds and pounding surf that kept humans far away.
The Color of Dusk
Took this photo of dusk yesterday from our side yard 18 minutes (5:52 p.m.)after sunset. Make no mistake about it, we are in winter mode with storms of snow, ice or rain affecting daily life, but at least the days are getting longer.
Fast Fiction: Soup Romance
Grocery shopper meets a checker over chicken rice soup at http://twivelist.wordpress.com. Fast Fiction from 67Steffen every Sunday.
Aging isn’t in the mirror
Didn’t know what it was like to be old until I was. Aging isn’t in the mirror. I am who I am at this moment, not last year, or last century. If there’s a tomorrow, I’ll get that After too many decades trying to be what I imagined I should be. The trick was understandingContinue reading “Aging isn’t in the mirror”
