You say you are sick and tired of the cold and the dreary skies and the cold and the ice and snow and the cold. You say you feel like a grumpy, hibernating bear. You say you only want to eat and sleep. You say your feet have not been warm for months.
Two very cool dudes are hanging out on a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon. Can't help but wonder what their story is. What are they up to, what are they thinking?…
In the middle of nowhere following the railroad tracks. Heading west across Louisiana surrounded by untold acres of sugar cane. Miles and miles of lonesome road interspersed with beauty and…
Friends meet for coffee at the landmark Indian Coffee House on College Street in Kolkata, India. Also known as the College Street Coffee House, the cafe is located across from…
Recently, I had taken photos of the stainless steel facade on the exterior of the Tampa Art Museum. Â The facade consisted of large panels with a perfectly symmetrical pattern of…
Young school children peer through the open window of their classroom. Their eyes are wide with wonder and curiosity at these light skinned strangers wandering around their campus. These kids, and they are the lucky ones...
The last visages of the day's sun illuminates the Spanish moss dripping from the live oak that gives its shade to this forlorn house. A bare bulb struggles to make its presence known through the window, while the clapboards seem to want to go the way of the front porch. As I pass by...
Our road trips take longer than they used to. Whenever possible we travel the back roads, the blue highways, the roads less traveled. While America’s interstate highways are efficient, they are also predictable and boring. But there is a lot of mystery and history to be discovered on the roads less traveled. Recently, while exploring the swamps and marshes of coastal South Carolina, we learned of the ruins of a pre-Revolutionary War church. After more research and reading we found out there are actually five such church ruins tucked away in these backwaters and all but forgotten.
Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is ajar. ___Jim Butcher, Dead Beat For Lynne and me, our life together is like an unfinished book. Many chapters…
A small cabin, shaded by a hundred year old live oak, at the edge of a Louisiana bayou. Think of the fierce energy concentrated in an acorn! You bury it…