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Layered Gold

  It is only in the high 90s. The 11th Century fort on the hill to our left glows bright copper in afternoon’s high sun. The desert city is layered gold. Mottled cream and caramel cows and goats neither yield … Continue reading

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The Shadows Know

“Are they shadows that we see? And can shadows pleasure give? Pleasures only shadows be Cast by bodies we conceive And are made the things we deem In those figures which they seem.”  –Samuel Daniel A gathering Nor’easter announced itself … Continue reading

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My Own Private Penguin

2016’s nine favorite stateside phone camera shots include nine geese-a-flying, six ports, four seasons (heavy on autumn), three states, two sunsets and sunrises, and one heart-shaped bivalve immobilized by the weight of burnished sand. At the center of my array … Continue reading

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Mirrored Mosaic Magic

    “Are dreams the limpid discourse between the facets of a crystal block?”…  “The world is of glass. You know it by its brilliance, night or day.   The earth turns in a mirror. The earth turns in a scarf….” … Continue reading

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