The couple sitting by the window Has devices that Connect them They are clean Mechanical in movement and tone and dress They are talking about reservations Something about them appears inauthentic Something about him is entitled and brainwashed Something about her is Mean and robotic Tablets and phones and I think they are afraid to make eye contact For fear… Read more →
I don’t consider myself much of a writer but every so often, I do get that writer’s itch and it makes me want to give it a try. Below is something that I wrote one night as I was attempting to go to sleep. Give it a read over and let me know what you guys think. Comments and criticism… Read more →
Love comes in various forms. Whether it’s the love of a mother for her child, a husband for his wife, or the love between friends, love is visible everywhere we look. It lies in the hearts of those who help better each other, in the smiles of strangers, and the warm embrace of our family. Read more →
I am a worthless flower I smoke cigars in the silver time And drink bourbon scotch whiskey In remembrance of death and My best friend’s Opa and Mimi And they are together in death Floating forever in the silver time And I am a worthless flower Blossoming as the first star peeks out from the sky Mud and snow… Read more →
Some nights I do all I need to prepare for tomorrow And im beat Lay down to read It aint even 7 yet And I find myself dozing I start to dream about meeting Brett On the Boulevard de Rue And Hemingway is with us Buying a round of Pernods “getting tight” He says grumbly like a sea warrior washed… Read more →
Let me begin by saying I am neither a Democrat nor a Republican. Teaching history makes you numb to both. This piece is taking an unbiased historical perspective on the topic of presidential legacies and social progression. Second, if the analogy comes off mildly racist that was not my intention. When teaching kids, you must come up with simple and… Read more →
To write is to talk to yourself Without being insane To sing is play with yourself And to not be obscene To dance is to kiss yourself And not appear conceited To love to love love love Is to give yourself And never die So write and sing and dance and love And scoop some sweet salvation From the… Read more →
Unfortunately, I have been away from Industry of Mind for a period of time but it has always been in the back of my mind and on the back burners of everything that I do. As I have gone day-to-day, I still keep an eye out for things to capture in photographs and give you all a glimpse into what lies behind the reflections in my eyes and within the depths of my soul. Here is a sampling of things that I came across during the frights of Halloween.
I thought that Halloween of this year was going to be the most fright that I would have to deal with but given the events that occurred post Halloween this year, it seems as though the frights are yet to come. One thing that I can say for sure is that no matter what the upcoming months bring, I will continue to allow you to follow me on my journey to discovering, exploring, and evolving in my photography journey.
I hope you will like what lies ahead and, as always, please comment and let me know your thoughts. I would love feedback and any insight that you may have into my work.
Blow the Trumpet, sound the alarm, America you let me down America you let me down As I look out the window in my kitchen The same window I’ve stared out for 27 years I’m worried I’m nauseous I aint doing too well I’m afraid for the world of tomorrow’s next four years I’m sick, puking and pacing and… Read more →
We climbed a hillside One he had been to many times before It was a place he brought all of the valley’s visitors All his friends His loved ones We climbed with quick excited steps Laughing and joking, how winded we were When I looked up from the grassy incline there was the pavilion Where camp was set up, and… Read more →