The Vulture

In the sky over my head a vulture is flying. Circling silently on the winds of a gathering storm. It’s waiting to feed on the helpless, the dead or the dying. This big black bird is an omen of the harsh end that come to creatures whose luck has run out. On the ground up close, it looks ugly and cruel as it gorges…

The Photograper and The Doggy Poop Bags

            It’s what you make out of things that count.

The Powerful Little Red Soccer Ball

I have implied in earlier posts that I am increasingly interested in creating black and white photographs. However here is an example of what a pinpoint of color can do.  As we were walking our usual 2 mile loop around Shollenberger Park yesterday, Sarah pointed out a small red soccer ball that had floated up onto the marsh bordering our path. One tiny dot…

Roger Angell…..Splendid At 93

If you are an aspiring writer or “of a certain age” before you do another thing click on this article in the latest issue of the New Yorker magazine.     New Yorker  Roger Angell is a famous writer of course. His baseball books are probably the best ever written. He has been called that sport’s poet laureate. He has written best-selling fiction and been…

Today’s Early Morning Conflict….Clouds vs Sun

At about 6:30 this morning the heavy clouds outside our window were, here and there, broken up by the sun. It had rained all last night and tonight it’s going to rain harder still, but for a moment the sun struggled into supremacy and the day brightened. We’re still in for a patch of rainy weather here in Petaluma but, aside from the occasional…

Beauty By The Side Of The Road

Walking along the main street into town a few days ago I saw this young magnolia hard by the edge of the much travelled roadway. Cars were streaming by a few feet away, totally unaware of the plant’s lovely blooms. It reminded me of people, we all know them, who always seem to manage to radiate goodwill and happiness in personal circumstances that most…

Looking Through My Antique Window

There are many ways of seeing things. With intellect, with imagination, with love and as one gets older, these ways invariably take on the patina of age. That’s not a bad thing really. In fact it’s helpful. While old age may take away the sharp, brash clarity of youth, in return it softens ones field of vision and allows the myriad shades of gray to…