Tag: Photography

My Father’s Mouse

—-“Is it her singing that enchants us or is it not rather the solemn stillness enclosing her frail little voice?” -Franz Kafka I know the place he visits…those melodies. Songs like children that make sure you never forget your heart. I’ve tangled with them,…

Tough Daylight

Chiado District, Lisbon Portugal, May 2019. (Click on image to enlarge.)     More images can be found here.  

Lone

Click on image to enlarge. Lisbon Portugal, May 2019     (An Elan longread available here.)

Ripple

Branches, once a small bridge, lie over missing mud, lose their original meaning. Now, a hard turf sits like a soft concrete, an uneven glaze dried upon them. The branches are caked, bricks in dirt, an ancient architecture. I see the trail, in its…

Water Wars

Reservoir #5 Click on image to enlarge. More images found here.      

Pumpkin And Mice

She’s cold. She steals a shirt. pulling it over her body, glazed in sweat, half dry, half oily. No one will touch her, not even herself. She’s attracted to a sweatshirt hanging on a rafter, yanking on it with her arms high in the…

The Harvester and the Crone

He was an old orchard, still in the shape of rows. But time had scattered his buzzing and his feet made noise upon layers of fallen twigs. Still, he searched, moved with purposeful steps, noise and all. She knew he would find her. He…

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