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Midlife Scrapbook
Winter Cycles
I spied these bicycles on the street in New York City as I walked out of a cooking class. I think it was the class when we learned all about tuna. Or maybe it was the class we learned how to prepare Brussels sprouts coleslaw and wrapped up our meal with salted caramel... It was bitterly cold and a few front runner snowflakes were swirling among the taxis and busses. Winter's cold grip was ...
Beauty
This beguiling maiden stands along Canyon Road in Santa Fe. I'll verify the gallery and the sculptor anon, but for now a "doodle bomb" with only a subtle hint of the beauty remaining, cloaked in labyrinthine admiration. Think less of a maze-veil and more of a meditation on her surfaces and contours. That sounds smutty. Sorry. Skip the smut and conjure up slow, contemplative pacing through ...
Gulp
Sometimes a gulp is a gasp. A verbal, audible indication of shock or panic. A fleeting moment of concern. A hesitation. A double take. Sometimes a gulp is a subtle apology. Other times – especially if you're a fish – a gulp is just a quick slurp of air (or food) as you explore the vast unknown. Mid-adventure refueling. Freedom! ...
Barbed
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Cuernos
A memento mori wrapped up in a memory, a "surf's up" shake of the thumb and pinky, far from the sea. One of the themes woven into "Cuckold Moon". ...