circus music from the small lake over the cemetery up to the wood

some mornings are a dream.

cups back to saucers

wendaway

wake up calls for insommniacs

coffee and a pile of books

coffee at the cafe on the corner

Foul whisp’rings are abroad. Unnatural deeds Do breed unnatural troubles; infected minds To their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

Chilly Chicago on Thursday. A walk this morning thru the autumn colors in Lincoln Park.

coffee as it should be

..devil take the blockheads who argue about things they don’t understand. Rimbaud

Collect the dirt and shake. Sift for gold.

Chinatown #photography

dumbo #photography

stuff I like

Al Smith’s NYC #photography

birds and leaves

hot tea in a tin mug #gardensky

1776: Rain, rain, sun, fair.

Brooklyn #photography

broken latch- the wind lets itself back in #haiku #poetry

light breezes from the lake leaves dancing in the air

the stream pauses on a stone to think #haiku #poetry

Brunch.

content with coffee

stalled 3 train

cosmos

coffee in the breakfast room

amber ale

1776: Nuts fall very fast from the hedges.

afternoon #tea

#haiku staring at the dark the dog keeps two feet in the house

Abbotsford

#haiku stone by stone we look for memory’s remains

October has broken. In the sky aurora burns out like she was the essence of all things.

Apple path.

#haiku when we look for it the rain has stopped

Broadway #photography

Rain on sandwiches and tea.

October 2nd Dry stream

the air as limpid as the lake’s colourless moonstone surface