Monday

 There are photos i would share, there are poems too. Some days i think of only Melissa giving her like immediately or Verna posting her cat like mine, or the Neal girl giving an idiot reply and everyone else ignoring it and i just don’t want to bother. I think i will take a break until my attitude is not so Monday.

Someone left the bean casserole

on the hood

and it slid to the pavement

I don’t think that i can take it

Cause it took so long to bake it

and now its Monday and i have no leftovers to eat 

Canon Fodder

Cannon fodder

John Clare Stokes

When he had a Yashica

The teen said

If only I had a Pentax

I’ll be like Atget 

So he got the Pentax

and he was still like a Yashica man

So he said

If only I had a Nikon

As Eugene Smith

A Pulitzer I’d win

So he got the Nikon

And he got an 

Honorable mention

In the Florida Times-Union

Kodak contest 

He started to tell himself

If only I had a Canon

But by then he said 

If you haven’t done it yet

In these latter sixties

With a Yashica

Pentax or Nikon

Shoot, even a Brownie

No Canon would help

So he just figured there

would only be one Atget or Eugene

and there would have to be

Only one of him

with or without a Canon.

Killer Angel

 Passing by the Killer Angel for review

Seeing who to take today

Those with that special inner light

Protected from the Killer Angel at Olustee. 

Mystery looks

 I see i get 4-5-6 views on various posts but no comments. This blog is worse than my FB and Instagram pages for feedback. But then, i am not asking for feedback. Be nice to see who is looking.

Cheap lens?

 Cheap to you perhaps. Expensive to me. But when you buy 13,000 lenses and cameras at the drop of a hat, i suppose it is cheap.  Must be nice Dick.

S

Monochrome

 

Old friend

 My Long time friend Rick Bringger came and took me to lunch at the Skillet, formerly the Farmhouse. Saw Mrs. Freeman and Peggy from Lantern Park Days. Rick still bikes with Ben Chancey. 

First things first

 When we moved to Sopchoppy in 1955, i was 6months old. My father’s first project was to replace the stately wooden church. I am sure there was controversy but in the end the new church prevailed. The church is no longer a Methodist Church and the parsonage next door has been torn down. I image the only person living is Sam Dunlap pictured with the ladies taken when the church was first built. 

In the Pew

 Chosen pew

Johnclarestokes 

I too 

grew between the pew

Hard wood, cushioned, splintered, soft

I knew them all

It was the start

Of a life in art

The bulletin becoming

My first canvas 

I love the pew

The many sermon I sat 

Through

Those beside,behind, upon

Under

Those who nudged me

They who held me

Knelt beside me

I shall see them all

When around the 

Fathers pew we are

One day called.

Dolly’s painting

 People often ask for permission to paint my photographs, i don’t mind. Life's too short to be a prick.

The morning moon

The morning moon

This morning of the third I walked a spell

trying to keep pace with the setting moon

There were many with us along the route

not in forms you would especially recognize

but distinct in the way the mist parted

Read to me again

 Read to me again

John Clare Stokes

What possible good was I

The aged poet called to her side

One of her end of days requests

Made no doubt in mad duress

What would she reveal

Would she tell of love in secrecy

Of trips to the beach by darkness

When all the world was sleeping

The setting moon, the rising sun

It knew us

A few starfish too

But that was about all

Holding the frail, withered hand

Warmth as of old still in the veins

The writing once so eloquent 

The touch so tender

Parting the old, old friend

To my ear she began whispering

The dying words of a lover

Read to me again

Our poem of the ocean.