Smoking a cig on the front porch.

It’s cold and snow is all about.

The hum in the distance from 295. 

Snow blower tracks, I see in my driveway and across the street.

Shoveling and clearing is complete.

So quiet now except for the drone of the highway.

Thoughts turn to those have past.

How mundane what I see. How profound what I feel.





The Paris I Love

My visit about 10 years ago was magical.

   Carousel Horse is as pissed off as I am.  This madness must be stopped.

Seems our squirrels exhibit some table manners, carefully sorting the shelled nuts. My Doberman, Brutus, is not amused by such shenanigans.


My Brrtus reminds each and every day.




The overly iPhone edited to show b&w depth

And the gratuitous flowers.

Wait. I kind of like that.