The kiss of light
Lotus
Nikon D3100
Alligator Lake
Saturday, August 23, 2025
Steps in time
Steps in time
The old back porch steps leading to the kitchen addition of the old 1900 Towles house we once dwelt in at Crawfordville. When Louis Gavin the ex slave built the home for John and Lucille Towles, it was a four square, with a dog trot down the middle and two equally sized rooms on either side. Mrs Lucille lived in the home long after John passed on, herself going blind. In the halls and over the thresholds her cane paths were worn. The back room to the right, before the kitchen addition years later, was her kitchen, the tall tongue in grove narrow boards black with soot from her little wood burning stove. A miracle she never burned the home down.
The house fortunately still exists today in Sopchoppy, repurposed over the years next to the depot having several businesses occupy it. My two sons, Landon and Jordon, the Tallahassee Democrats my father read, the pickled pigs feet he ate.
Mary had a little Raleigh
Mary had a flowery Raleigh
Flowery Raleigh
Flowery Raleigh
And everywhere that Mary went
The flowers were sure to follow.
Scent of a rose
Scent of a rose
‘Sero te amavi, Pulchritudo tam antiqua et
tam nova! Sero te amavi.’
S. Augustine
While awaiting the hummingbird, I took a double exposure of the rose. First focus on the rose, second focus on the background. The result to me made the rose look as if it had an aura of scent.
More the dream
Monday comes and it so seems
How can we as Sunday so sing?
When all are in such states of despairing
Then along comes the Zebra long wing
Life then turns less harsh
More the dream
Smile upon us
Smile upon us
Smile upon us August moon
like you did that time in June
upon the wind wafted our tune
as beneath you we did swoon
In threes
Three in a row
Today is Melanie’s biological father’s birthday, William Randolph “Skebow” Eatman. He died in a welding accident. Born in 1939, he would be 85.
Tomorrow Melanie’s grandma Pearl would have been 109, not out of the question since Helena Powers too is doing well at 108.
Aug24,1915-Oct16,2002.
Then on the 25th is our estranged son Landon Randolph birthday. He was named for Skebo’s father, also William Randolph. Born in 1988, he is 36
Spare us
Spare Us
Blind John Magoo
spare us
this new found hobby
of photography
You’ve lately taken up
running about the yard
snapping everything not
bolted down and that too
if it does not elude
moving rapidly from being
a hobby to a full time
venture to then retiring
after a month long career
of being a top notch
photographer of everything
in the yard perceived dear
but to others simply
drear
famous for the time
in the mind
accolades coming our way
as everyone simply is amazed
at the meteoric rise we made
from a yard hobby to the
cover of National Geographic
all in the month of August.
Friday, August 22, 2025
Fleeting
Fleeting
john clare
sit with me
in ninety-nine degree
humidity
atop a drain field
the view is grand
sans the yard debris
from years of accumulation
growing each year
less dear
as the memory fades
and the lure of youth
no longer bides me stay
and play torture
content for the time
given to steaming situations
to wait out the fritillary
intent upon being elusive
invading his comfort zone
sit with me
in ninety-nine degree
memory
mounds of my making
views of neighbors yards
their accumulation
equally as dear
to them as mine
one content simply to
sip the tall neck
giving up on the belly swelling
surrounded by his goats and
chickens
not understanding his neighbor
who sits atop his drain field
wondering if the sun has
not gotten to him
listening to the other neighbor
yelling at his granny
and in the distraction
comes the fritillary
and he misses his shot.
Williston
Though we missed greatly again(three weeks) worshiping at the Church of God, nevertheless we were in and among you today, observing and commenting on remembering when, of who lived there, how we would have loved to afford Good Samaritan, of the old pharmacy vase, the egrets circling, a girl in red at a classmates grave, of needing to bring the weed eater and blower and on and on, of two who finally got an apartment, of one we loved so who once lived in them.
At the light we look in the vehicles and think we could know that person, and probably did, years ago. It was once that way along Noble avenue.
To be patient
To the patient
Yesterday we must have sat two hours waiting for the hummingbird to feed on the trumpet vine. One of the few times she came, I was focused on a chicken in the yard. It’s akin to waiting for an airplane to bisect the moon.
Difficult to stay focused.
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