Bloomin’ Texas
All photos taken in the Texas Hill Country by the author. Continue reading Bloomin’ Texas
Tag: Photoblogging
“It Ain’t for Choir Boys”
It was dark out, but inside the party was in full swing. Quietly, with just a hint of squeak, the … Continue reading “It Ain’t for Choir Boys”
“Before My Memory Begins to Fail…”
She wrote with purpose. She was the link between that time and this and as a result felt the responsibility … Continue reading “Before My Memory Begins to Fail…”
True Son of Liberty
On the highest point in Boston’s North End sits a cemetery. Late in the afternoon, after the Freedom Trail pilgrims … Continue reading True Son of Liberty
In the Name of Power
The group of mounted men made their way up the rocky path in the dark. Among them were two boys, … Continue reading In the Name of Power
Ghosts of the Little Bighorn
The long blades of prairie grass rolled against the breeze coming from somewhere in the Bighorn Mountains. It rustled as … Continue reading Ghosts of the Little Bighorn
Beyond the Rose Colored Glasses
Mood. Something about black and white photographs transcends the simple purpose of a photograph. Beyond just revealing what something looks … Continue reading Beyond the Rose Colored Glasses
“An Upright and Useful Citizen”
The cold wind blew heavy out of the north under a clear sky as oars, muffled by petticoats, sliced through … Continue reading “An Upright and Useful Citizen”
They Called Themselves Believers
Sitting on the corner of Tremont and School Street in the heart of today’s downtown Boston is a spot of … Continue reading They Called Themselves Believers
Every Purpose Under Heaven
They huddled inside the white walls of the grand house, women and children, refugees from a war that had enveloped … Continue reading Every Purpose Under Heaven
Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory
Sometime before 1717, a man stepped off a recently arrived boat onto the docks of the young settlement that would … Continue reading Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory
Early Morning Renewal
It was early. The sun wasn’t quite up when I awoke to the sounds of waves crashing on the shore … Continue reading Early Morning Renewal
Seated by the Sea
“Often I think of the beautiful town that is seated by the sea…” – Longfellow Late in the day standing … Continue reading Seated by the Sea
Dream Chasing on the Honky Tonk Highway
River towns are full of dreams because they are always changing. Sitting at the end of Broadway where it meets … Continue reading Dream Chasing on the Honky Tonk Highway
The Place Where They Cried
These days the headlines are filled with images of protestors filling city streets over perceived offenses. The mass media provides … Continue reading The Place Where They Cried
Shadow City
Vicksburg, Mississippi was a hellish place to be in 1863. By late May the Confederates were hunkered down, sandwiched between … Continue reading Shadow City
Dead Man’s Hand
Aces and eights. A dead man’s hand. So called because that is what James Butler Hickok held when he was … Continue reading Dead Man’s Hand
Late Afternoon Stroll
It’s late in the day and I find myself walking around the narrow streets of the French Quarter. Looking up, … Continue reading Late Afternoon Stroll
Ruins with a Brave Heart
I’d stopped off for a bite of lunch in the Scottish Border town of Melrose. It was a cloudy, cool … Continue reading Ruins with a Brave Heart
Watchers on the Wall
“A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.” ― George R.R. … Continue reading Watchers on the Wall
An Island of Wilderness
After turning off Highway 64, I drove less than a quarter of a mile down the road until it turned … Continue reading An Island of Wilderness
Heavenly Light in Natchez
Communing with the Ancients
Somewhere in the deepest recesses of my brain I will always be that kid who saw Raiders of the Lost … Continue reading Communing with the Ancients
Moving Through the Borders
Moving through the Scottish Borders on a bus isn’t the ideal way to see it for sure. However, sometimes in … Continue reading Moving Through the Borders
