Category Archives: Rambling
A Dark Period
I am going through a dark period in my so called life.
Despair hangs in the air that I try to breathe and form the words
I want to conceive but leave me latent and spent.
Words are all I have. When I … Continue reading
God’s Light
Between two trees God’s Light shown from the clouds.
He said go through the valley and when you come to the foot of the mountain do not worry about it’s height.
Be thankful for your health and ascend it’s slope.
When you come … Continue reading
My Father
I miss my father or that bond I should have had with my father?
I met him once on the mid-seventies, twice if you seeing out in LI, NY.
He died broken and depleted never getting what he needed.
Alcohol coursing through his … Continue reading
I want to meet you halfway
I want to meet you halfway.
But after that I want to go all way if you allow me stay.
I won’ do any harm you are my calm in this storm.
We will look into the future and it will be our … Continue reading
I feel God is testing me.
I keep meeting people that do not like cameras anywhere near them.
I feel like chef and everyone is on a diet.
A painter without a canvas…the person that I paint with the available light and enhance to round out my vision.
It’s … Continue reading
Heavy Thunderous Beats/Beast In A Vacuos Heat.
I live alone and words are my friends and they are my currency the only things I have of value, to some.
This from am email this morn, related to blog design of all things.
A photographer without a muse is like … Continue reading
What is it with…?
Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting weak?
Why do banks charge a fee on “insufficient funds” when they know there is not enough?
Why does someone believe you when you say there … Continue reading
Raices/Races
I guess I would be called Puerto Rican because of where I was born and American again because I ws born on American soil. I look to most all like a Rastafarian but am not. People see the dreads and … Continue reading
It May Not Be A Family Portrait But A Self Portrait Into My Family
As my daughter would say “we but the fun in dysFUNctional”
How many actually “play pretend”
Life gets in the way of living and that won’t last.
Sometimes falling is good. It means you are going somewhere.
When the “whole” has fallen apart and you start to descend down that hole by the field and just can’t stop….you are going to land on your feet or in defeat … Continue reading