Category: meaning of life
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Life Goes On…
Forget the pandemic and the crazy never ending election, life goes on, including hosing down the infield before a late afternoon baseball game yesterday in Sacramento.
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Election Day
At a rally this week Trump whipped his supporters into a frenzy of shouts–Fire Fauci! It sounded like Sieg Heil to me. Chilling. So many people have let themselves be led by one lie after another from Trump. Even if Biden wins, I am disheartened by the hatred and ignorance in our country and abroad.
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Halloween Moon
I remember the full moon on Halloween, 1955. I was a pirate riding in the back of a neighbor’s car along with some of my classmates. I looked out the back window and there it was, big and bright, high in a dark sky. Fast forward 65 years to Halloween 2020–I’m an old man with […]
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2020 Perspectives
Here is a cactus that I’ve had for 50 years. It is short and squatty as seen from overhead. And for the first time it has blooms. This is the year of firsts. The presidential contenders had dueling TV “shows” last night. I’m one of the 17 million who has already voted(the county elections board […]
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Poetic Insight
My thoughts have been sharpened by these days of forest fires, a pandemic and the politics of hate. When I look at a photo I took of a turtle in a river bed several years ago, I see a military helmet, now more than ever. Perspectives are shaped by personal experiences. I once crawled under […]
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The Closing Act
I post fast fiction on Sundays. Click http://www.twivelist.wordpress.com to read about Fred, an aging clown in “The Closing Act.”.
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Sunlight on a Leaf
Everyday I walk past this clump of nasturtiums surrounded by succulents. I thought about pulling the nasturtiums out but the orange flowers contrast nicely with the bright green growth of the cactus like plant. When I noticed sunlight hitting the broad nasturtium leaves, I decided to let nature takes its course. You probably don’t want […]
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Off in the Distance…
The Pacific Ocean is roaring behind me with the Carmel Lagoon at my feet. Off in the distance I see a road I’ve never been on. My camera is resting on driftwood in the sand while I hold three leashed rescue dogs with one hand. I set the self-timer and gently touch the shutter with […]
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