3rd Street picture taken at Point Lobos State Reserve... 

poetry.com picture... 

Damn pigeons don't follow simple rules! 

Monterey coast. 

It wasn't nearly as spectacular as when we went two years ago... 

Okay...here's the real picture...and yes, we thought about you here too... 

Thought about Carol while wandering around the California Poppy Reserve... 

Getting old...

Please don't be afraid to tell me if I get myopic in my old age.
Please don't be afraid to tell me if my reality isn't that of others.
Please don't be afraid to tell me if my version of life upsets you.
Please don't be afraid to tell me if I fail to understand...anything.
Please don't be afraid to tell me if I stray from logic.

And please don't be afraid to gently usher me along when I become lost and afraid and addled in my old age...I only want the best for all and peace for myself...it's just that the way may become murky...I may have trouble seeing and sensing these things in the ever changing world...I promise to trust you...

Sun through clouds... 

Auntie Yoshiko can't believe a camera can live inside a phone you keep in your pocket (and, really, she can't believe a phone can live inside your pocket!). 

the lonely palm tree


standing alone at days end...


what a wistful sight 

white noise

they’re here again
the organs
swelling around me
ominous tones

they’re not aural
but rather
visceral
like a soundtrack

an undercurrent that
accompanies my
thoughts
emotions

but it’s not always
organs
because the music
and my moods
are synchronous

and right now
it’s organs
a dirge
slow…deep…gregorian

subliminal
like a tide you didn’t notice
until the beach disappeared
swallowed by the
inexorable ocean


I’m not sure if it’s my
mood
that brings the music
or the other way around

chicken or egg
nature
or nurture
paradoxes of origin



nevertheless
the ever present music
flows in
around and
through me

and the organs
are here
until the tide
recedes back into
the sea

and the beach
is swept clean
allowing a fresh pallet
a clean slate

a new opportunity
for music and mood
to reflect
the mercurial nature of
my ever changing emotions

maybe I should
look to the moon
as it were
and attempt to
anticipate

gravity’s relentless tug
and
prepare myself
for the tidal shift

my personal lunar cycle
ups and downs
as reflected
in the music

hinging on the next sound
or mood swing
weaving a fresh tapestry

and I’ll nod my
head
keeping a perfect
rhythm
to the subconscious sounds
no one else can hear…

$200.00?!?

Wow...literally what would be sold in a garage sale...not a yard sale...

Are you glad to be rid of it...and sad to be rid of it? I would think so...

Another week of work

It's over...I just have to make it through one more day...they say rain is coming and my ennui is so dense I don't even care.

Ambiocentesis

The news was/is good...no major defects...any big problems now are most likely a result od bad parenting and not dna...