Category Archives: nostalgia
First Thing
Art
The simple presentation transforms it into art. It hangs at the Drowsy Poet Coffee Shop in downtown Foley, Alabama. A fine place for coffee, dessert and friendly conversation.
Revolver
I remember hunting whitetail deer with this .357 magnum many, many years ago. After two seasons of sitting in the snow, getting cold, bored and never seeing anything to shoot at, I gave up. Deer hunting was one of the least interesting activities in which I have ever engaged. Retrospectly, I’m glad I never had the opportunity to kill a deer. While I’ve shot squirrels, rabbits, partridge and a few other small game animals, I never derived any great pleasure or satisfaction from the killing sports. On the other hand, I do remember some fine meals of rabbit stew, roasted partridge, and pheasant pie.
I still keep a collection of firearms, and even fire them occasionally – rarely, but only at paper targets. The cartridges in this holster belt have somewhat corroded and have over the years, undoubtedly, lost some of their explosive power. Soon, I will take them out, polish them up and replace them in those same loops, maybe tomorrow. In the meantime, the guns sit in a cabinet holding on to memories of times long past.
Fort Pickens
Eight Forty Eight
Some of My Favorite Places
My favorite place is wherever I am…or, most often, someplace else.
Regardless, those places always include green trees, water, moderately warm temperatures, and frequently – adult beverages.
Her Bike
Downtown Taiban, NM
Colors of the Season
Anticipation
Some days the anticipation of going out
Is heavily outweighed
By the laid-back comfort of all
That’s right here.
There’s no burning need to step outside
Anticipation of the unknown
Is heavily outweighed by the comfort of all
That’s right here.