“the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation” ~ Proust   looking forward to a little downtime as a stormy weekend approaches          

paradise lost

    my dad was a blue collar worker, an electrician at one time he worked three jobs just to keep us afloat going out to eat was a luxury and usually meant hitting up the little italian joint down the street I liked playing the jukebox one saturday he surprised us with a road trip to the shore we swam in the ocean…

river side bungalow

  “One chair for solitude, two for friendship, and three for society.” ~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden

when nature..

    imitates art     kodak colorplus 200, canon ae1


  “Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!” ~ John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany