Strong Men

 Bob Jones has gone on and now I learn that Mark Philpot is in Hospice care. 

Two Toming

 

Spell it out

 He won’t care if you were literary but did you know me?

Herman

 

Day in the life

 

Secret Service bird

A marathon begging session

The great out doors

Mandussa

Escape from Blanche

 Escape from Blanche

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.   Edgar Allen Poe

Last date

Last date

Johnclarestokes 

Do you find me 

attractive

In my skirt of 

Papyrus? 

Come

I’ve prepared 

for us

A delectable 

Sulphur butterfly 

Afterwards

we can relax and 

watch the orb 

weaver spin

a web

Trust me

I’m not like the 

Others

Photo immersion

 I think I shall never see

I’m no big shot show off when it comes to photography. I prefer to not let anyone know I’m even toting a camera. I loathe going out with my overly big and heavy telephoto, as it’s akin to a fisherman fishing for brim with a marlin rig. 

I got great amusement watching this self absorbed photographer taking every angle possible of this one tree.

My Kentucky long

 Oh Kentucky, when I am lonely and the autumn breezes chill me, in your bluegrass hills I long to be, place of boyhood spills and college thrills, where ever I have roamed, from Florida's sands to West Virginia's mines, always it seems I am drawn, to the Kentucky I once called home.

Chickens

 Tonight thanks to my friend Ray Carpenter we added six one year old hens to our flock. We have them in the side pen for now. Will have to make a roost and nest boxes. Also, Ray said we would have his goldfish and koi. 

My sister and I went to vote today. Trump of course. I also finally got my photos from the Gallery for the art show. 

Sammy’s boys

 

Dead heads

 Dead Heads

Upon the walls of the dead

They scrawl in their sin

Seeking the Grateful Head

No world for old men

The fat they stare back

In the slaughter stalls

In one morbid whack

The fatted calf falls

Who are these bastards

Depraved Roman ones

Void of the redeeming Word

My son, your son, we shun.