Ah, traditions, the threads that weave our lives,From generation to generation, they survive.Like a dance passed down through time,Or a recipe that tastes so sublime. They bring us together, hand in hand,Creating memories that forever stand.The 70’s tunes playing loud and clear,As we sway and laugh, spreading cheer. The ever-changing skies, a constant delight,Watching colors […]
Sitting . . .
Last evening, I was sitting on my bench along the Columbia just thinking and pondering the pathways of my mind, in other words, chilling. I didn’t even notice when someone sat down on the other end of the bench. Dressed in a dark colored hoodie, their face shrouded by the hood, I should have known […]
Our pathway through life . . .
The hallowed pathway through life takes many twists and turns between the distant hills and valleys. Darkness under the towering willows will surely slow the progress of life and recalls passion of earlier times. Yet the end of the journey that lies beyond reveals an expanse of mottled fields inviting azure skies aplenty. The dawn […]
Of Times Long Ago . . .
Nature has it’s way of taking back environments that fall to neglect. Man clears trees from a pristine forest. Transforms logs into lumber and builds a structure. Then for one reason or another over the years, abandons the land. Nature seizes what man forfeits and slowly year by year, decade by decade, reclaims what once […]
Curiosity . . .
Curiosity in some ways is a plausible attribute. In other ways it can be like tumbling down a deep hole in the ground, nothing but darkness with a loss of time and space. A point of no return. The mind expands its reasoning to follow one’s soul. To explore the unexplainable. Curiosity is a double-edge […]
March Memories . . .
I remember as a young boy I would gather with other neighborhood kids and go to a friend’s house that had a huge dirt hill behind his home. We would consolidate our little army men and associated tanks, jeeps and halftracks in an intricate pattern staging for the big one. A long garden hose was […]
Spring has sprung . . .
It was a wonderful spring day in March with sunshine and mild temperatures beaming upon me as I sat on the bench along the riverfront. A dark haired lady strolled by and sat down beside me. We greeted each other and I remarked the sun is back and so are you I see. Time went […]
Cast a stone . . . I am not alone
I cast a stone upon the beach, among the many and now out of reach. A walk to clear my mind and thoughts, just staring and looking for what-nots. Time erodes so slowly here, a place where daunting visions may appear. Grains of sand run through my hand and blow in the wind they must, […]
Snow Globe Memories . . .
When I was a kid, I always marveled at the tiny snowflakes swirling around in a snow globe my mother would bring out every year during the Christmas holidays. She would pick the globe up and shake it carefully and then place it back down on the table. My nose against the glass, I would […]
Lost for Words . . .
I can show you a picture and need no words to describe the image. My ideas, memories and thoughts of the picture will surely differ from yours. I share this picture of a beach sunset with you. You gaze how pretty and stunning it may be. Your mind races back through time raising thoughts of […]