that day by the lake
quietly absorbing the color and light
Tag: photography
her chair
very sick, my mother spent the last few months of her life in a nursing home. each time I’d visit I’d find her propped up in a chair by the nurse’s station. one day I asked “what are you doing out here, mom?”
“I’m waiting to buy my ticket,
the train is coming.”
november
the month of letting go
within
Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.
~ Dave Barry
on the side streets
Woodstock, Vermont
Roger, originally from Brooklyn, NY, was stranded in Woodstock when his car broke down fifty years ago. He never left.
Roger lives with his dog, Pepe
and is one mean pickleball player.
Licht Years 