Category Archives: Dreams
Summer Day with Great Blue Heron
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Green Water, White Sand
Clear green water and briliant white sand line the beach of Santa Rosa Island, Florida.
A Timeline
Primordial Ooze
Life Forms Evolve
Opposable Thumbs
Competition
Greed, Power, Money
Godot Defined for one species
Knowledge Quest
War Machines
Silicon Chips
Artificial Intelligence
Knowledge Shared Among Machines
Opposable Thumbs Irrelevant
Artificial Intelligence Evolves
Cooperation, Collaboration, Communication
Godot Redefined
Higher Knowledge Unnecessary
Life Forms Irrelevant
Silicon Chips Disintegrate
Primordial Ooze
Fire Extinguishers
My Place in the World
That one place…a place that feels like home…the place I belong?
It’s been the quest of my adult life.
As mysterious as the darkness beyond the reach of the car’s headlights on a pitch-black night
racing to punch through into the light
maybe around the next bend
that one place…
…my place in the world?
Her Bike
Wilted African Violet
Too long the African Violet had been waiting for just a bit of fresh water; finally, the spirits of houseplants came to claim it.
Giant Trillium
Day Lily in the Clouds
Photoshop builds a Bridge between visual concept and abstract image.
In the Beginning
Glorious Nature
Shadow of the Bass
Shadow of upright bass player, Lisa Horngren captured during Adam Pope concert at Casa del Valle in Alamo, Texas.
Mean Spirited
Appeared in the night
She had a dispatch for me
It is ended, sir
Choice
It was a sweet feminine voice that insisted I make a choice, either walk through the church doors or burn in the depths of hell.
I thought, “Only two choices? Of the world’s ‘Great Religions’ my two choices are the plain vanilla denomination or hell.” Isn’t that some sort of rhetorical fallacy – only two choices? I’m sure there must be more.
I asked, “Why the simple white clapboard, non-denominational, nondescript church? What about one of the magnificent Gothic cathedrals? Perhaps I could visit a golden domed synagogue, or try an ancient Moorish mosque. Then again, I kind of liked the colorful Japanese Temples with the spinning prayer cylinders.”
She said, “Choose! Either this church where they are waiting for you or roast right here where demons will spend a thousand eternities devouring your soul.”
I said in my most assertive voice, “I much prefer my own church, ‘The Blessed Mother of the Sabbath Morning Sleep-In.’ By the way, you have a lovely voice”
She said, “Choose!”
I said, “How about we go uptown to the bar where they have 19 different craft brews on tap…I’ll buy. We can have a reasonable conversation and work this out in a more congenial setting.”
She said, “Choose!”
At that point, it occurred to me, “This little white church must have a back door.”
Obvious
Obvious/Obscure: a universe of confusion
Day-To-Day Photography 