A beach in the Dominican. Wow the wind! An attempt at normalcy-comfortably lounging with a book- becomes a battle against the elements. We should just take example from the sand blasted dogs. They lie curled up and tired, heads down low, not much notice of the stinging sands like thousands of tiny needles coating the…… Continue reading Sand Blasted Dogs
Author: gjh420
Rainbows
An Ark of color. A whimsy thing. Sometimes full, sometimes double. Bright, or hazy. Almost always emits a thrill; to share, to capture, journal in your memory books. As if the gods themselves came down and put a ring of gold on your finger, we claim a promise. Whatever it is we conjure to take…… Continue reading Rainbows
Cemetery Walks
The sunny, frigid wind knifes at my cheeks, sharp, stinging and burning, no blood to prove it. My legs aren’t there, yet they keep moving stiffly forward. With Raybans aloft, I tilt and squint at the towering gothic monuments to death. A full blown statue of a man stands atop a concrete structure that is…… Continue reading Cemetery Walks
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