With All Fine Corpses

With All Fine Corpses Autumn has come, With all fine corpses masquerading in the folds, Of her steady winds as they ride cool, Through the night. At her building breath, The trees shedding their fading endowment, Of a Season past. She is present now, In all her fired splendor, In all her rain-soaked ash, Her... Continue Reading →

The Moon

I've been known to take a photograph of the moon now and then. Someone said long ago, I read it or heard it somewhere, that a good photographer can take a good photograph with any camera. I don't know how true that is but I've kind've been testing it out ever since. The moon, however,... Continue Reading →

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