Art, Digital Image, Landscape, Nature, Outdoors, photography, Seasons, Weather

Storm Over the Prairie

Summer storm approaching farm fields in northern Illinois.

A summer storm approaching farmland in northern Illinois.

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Abstract, Art, Dreams, Everyday, Nightmares, photography, Poetry, Writing

My Place in the World

Blurred lines on a highway at night.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?

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Art, Everyday, History, Landscape, Nature, nostalgia, photography, Town, Travel

Downtown Taiban, NM

Abandoned home in Taiban, NM

Abandoned home in Taiban, NM. Most of the town has crumbled and disappeared, although there is still a functioning U.S. Post Office on the main highway, U.S. 60/84.

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Architecture, Art, christianity, History, Landscape, nostalgia, photography, Town, Travel

Abandoned Church, Taiban, NM

Abandoned church in Taiban, NM

Abandoned church in Taiban, NM. The building once served Presbyterian, Methodist and Baptist congregations at the same time.

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Abstract, Art, Dreams, Humor, philosophy, photography, Photoshop, Short Story

Choice

Churck front in a surreal setting.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.”

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