A Sprinkle of Childhood

You have one man, with volcanic rage, simmering below the surface of his skin. You have one woman who is iron clad and formidable, prepared to protect the family at all cost. Each has their own story, steeped in alcohol, violence and money. Smiles would turn to grimaces – smile, frown – smile, frown – it was a dodge ball game. You would eventually get slammed.

Then take the kid. Twelve years old, eager to please; anxious to get every detail correct.

The man had given orders, “Go saddle up my horse”. Continue reading A Sprinkle of Childhood

Paint your life complimentary

Having turned my nose up, at an early age, to the snobbery of class consciousness, I chose a lifestyle of flirting with privileged poverty. Noodling on high notes, over the heavy base lines of theology and science, I learned to orchestrate and harmonize in complementary colors. Thirteen notes and three colors create worlds of beauty. Your life is painted in the tones and hues of your choice. It’s your opus.

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Up Close and Impersonal

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Traveling through Georgia, in a rusted Toyota, I had the chance to stair out of the window for hours. I saw a lot of what people call nothing; fields and trees, old barns and dangerous looking machinery. The Willacoochee River makes me think of cotton-mouth moccassins and the silence of canoes.

But when I saw this car, I saw a ferris wheel and dart games, the drive in movies, and a drag race. There was a chocolate covered ice-cream cone at the Tastee Freeze, drive-thru.

Daddy Let You Mind Roll On ~

*In the back x-tra cab, I had my Canon and a few lenses. But I walked down an embankment, smelling the stench, of a rotting carcass, with my iPhone 4 in hand.

*Instagram might take days.

*Why be in a hurry, to go nowhere.