Stopped mid-stride by this painting in a window a block away from the bay in San Francisco. Like a memory frozen before me I had to capture it to share with my wife - the subject of my own mental masterpiece. Of course taking the photo through the glass captured a reflection of the building across the street. At first I was disappointed at missing the moment that struck me, but upon showing her the photo I felt it was even more appropriate. Even clouded by the reflection of reality, my memory preserves what made me pause in the first place. Currently life is full of buildings trying to block moments worth pausing for. Today I am happy I that I was disracted before disappearing behind another door.
When everything around fades in fall dust, the huddling warmth creates a blanket of sun against the frost glistened ground.
The hornet and the maggot - a lesson in gluttonous shame.
There is something about falling asleep reading that makes dreams worth having.
Chaotic evidence of a childhood war left unfinished. The basement floor is a scrapbook of Saturday night's souvenirs.
Makes me wonder where our journey started?