Love life. That’s what we have.
Saw a man today
wheeling a grill
down a crowded street
it was raining
His face was tight
He looked homeless,
but with a grill
I wanted to know his story
The rain picked up.
the line of vehicles too
in my rear view mirror
I watched him push
the grill into the woods
he stumbled at first
I wanted to praise him.
I said a prayer
(photo taken by me. same day)
I love Mother Nature.
Photo taken in Southern Maine.
It’s hard to argue with reality. Although, then again …
The sky is alive.
(photo taken 10/19/21)
I wonder what’s under the water at night.
As if it’s somehow different than during the day.
Much like how people change after they close
the door for the last time, switching into their
(Photo taken July 7, 2021. Maine.)
let’s do this again.
(Photo taken in Southern Maine. 2021.)
I was sitting at the bar. Directly to my left was a door leading to the
deck. The wind was picking up. John was rambling on with a friend.
I saw the clouds and thought of my father. I walked outside and took
this photo. I liked the wind and the darkening clouds. These clouds
were exactly overhead. I wondered if there was a piece of my father
in them. His celebration of life is this coming Saturday.
I don’t want to go. I will go. But I don’t want to. I’m struggling with
the guilt of not wanting to go. Just like I’m struggling with the guilt
of telling my father he wasn’t there for me when I needed him most.
I guess that’s how it goes. And maybe that’s why I stood outside alone.
I wanted to show someone the photo of the clouds when I walked back in.
What’s the point though. The clouds meant more to me than them.
They always will.
photo taken 6/15/21 in Maine.
I don’t know what the message is, but I believe there is one.