I sit in the car as the morning arrives
hollow and empty deep down inside
Notebook and pen rest there on the dash
within my reach, within my grasp
Camera beside me on the passenger seat
full of photos and memories now out of reach
and just like a photo I’m stuck in the past
longing for things that never would last
And I am not here
I’m a million miles away
in the shadows, in the movements,
in the memories of a distant day
Sun pours through the wind shield
sprays light on a distant field
Mountains cast shadows in irregular patterns
a hawk circles overhead and turns
Grass weeds sway in rhythm with the wind
taking it all in I try to comprehend
and just like the sun I feel you reaching in
warming my heart with the love that you send
And I am not here
I’m a million miles away
in the sunlight, in the clear skies,
in the longing for a distant day
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, November 28, 2011
piano
You brought me this piano when I was only nine
and when I touched the keys upon it my face began to shine
now I can’t thank you enough for the stories I would find
when I played that new piano and escaped inside my mind
You gave me an instrument that sent songs into my heart
yet when I think back on it I find it played a bigger part
the piano wasn’t ornate it had no wood carving design
and the bench was nothing special, but for me it did just fine
the piano would not be welcome in concert halls or places well refined
it was just a simple sturdy upright that I would learn to play in time
And it put a new song in my heart
and in the darkness the melody was a shard
bringing hope when life was hard
and I would find it’s not the flashy things that shine
it’s what’s inside that resonates more loudly over time
Twenty five years later with my hand upon familiar keys
I close my eyes in hope to find some peace
I walk into a melody and I am lifted
I walk into a melody and life is sifted
complications erased
dissatisfactions have no trace
chords untangle inside my mind
and I think back to another time
when you gave me this piano and my face begins to shine
It put a new song in my heart
and in the darkness the melody was a shard
bringing hope when life was hard
and I would find it’s not the flashy things that shine
it’s what’s inside that resonates more loudly over time
Monday, October 31, 2011
llama wool
Llama wool is used to make many colorful fabrics in Peru. First, the dies are extracted from a cactus plant and stored in large containers. Next the wool is placed inside of the containers and then hung out to dry when enough of the dye has been absorbed. The wool is now ready to be used in making the colorful fabrics such as hats, socks, sweaters, bags and toys.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
broken people
Broken people in these seats
Broken people at your feet
Tears flowing down
where words are not yet found
In this moment, in this place
we sense love in your embrace
Broken people at your feet
Tears flowing down
where words are not yet found
In this moment, in this place
we sense love in your embrace
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
savage wolves
Savage wolves are running with white teeth showing.
Saliva mixes in their mouths and drips from their tongues.
Paws beat rhythmically against the ground with increasing weight.
Breaking through brush they appear dimly under a moonlit sky.
Increasing in speed with new found freedom,
they run hard through the field approaching the prey.
Letting grunts and snorts be heard, they desire only one thing.
A bleating cry rises up from an ewe like a flare in the sky.
More bleating is heard and now scampering signals incoming danger.
Those who run away from the heard will surely be devoured.
But alas, there is another stirring in the brush!
A new shadow is spreading, covering the heads of the sheep.
Sharp facial features traced by the moonlight emerge from a hood.
A strong, sturdy staff is gripped in a hand as if to be used as a club.
The shepherd strikes out to defend his sheep
and no one will snatch them out of his hand!
Saliva mixes in their mouths and drips from their tongues.
Paws beat rhythmically against the ground with increasing weight.
Breaking through brush they appear dimly under a moonlit sky.
Increasing in speed with new found freedom,
they run hard through the field approaching the prey.
Letting grunts and snorts be heard, they desire only one thing.
A bleating cry rises up from an ewe like a flare in the sky.
More bleating is heard and now scampering signals incoming danger.
Those who run away from the heard will surely be devoured.
But alas, there is another stirring in the brush!
A new shadow is spreading, covering the heads of the sheep.
Sharp facial features traced by the moonlight emerge from a hood.
A strong, sturdy staff is gripped in a hand as if to be used as a club.
The shepherd strikes out to defend his sheep
and no one will snatch them out of his hand!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
miraflores
Founded in 1857, Miraflores is Lima's prosperous commercial hub, boasting shopping zones, theaters, art galleries, flowery parks, craft markets, cinemas and the city's highest concentration of cafés.
The roof terrace at Larcamor shopping center has a reflecting pool and spectacular views of the coast.
A view from the clifftops overlooking a pier containging shops and a seafood restaurant.
This bridge is a gateway to the coast for those driving down Avenido O. Benavides.
Inaugurated on February 14, 1993, Parque del Amor is devoted to the old Peruvian custom of courting in public gardens.
The roof terrace at Larcamor shopping center has a reflecting pool and spectacular views of the coast.
A view from the clifftops overlooking a pier containging shops and a seafood restaurant.
A modern sculpture stands near the coastline.
This bridge is a gateway to the coast for those driving down Avenido O. Benavides.
Inaugurated on February 14, 1993, Parque del Amor is devoted to the old Peruvian custom of courting in public gardens.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
picture of you
Complexity, diversity, unity and harmony
it all seems to come to me when I think of you
it all stands out to me when I'm with your people
like ceramic tiles of many hues
we make up the picture of you
Monday, May 23, 2011
haiti faces
A boy from the village plays with an old bicycle rim.
A girl poses in the shade at the pavilion where others have come for medical assistance.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
arm
After the accident on my bicycle my arm was hurting. Movement was restricted and my hand was swollen. The x-rays showed that no bones were broken, but the x-rays could not reveal the pain that I was feeling. The medication that I was given caused me to be dizzy and I vomited once. The following days revealed to me just how difficult it would be to live with only one arm. I was unable to do the most menial tasks such as remove a lid from a tube of toothpaste or tie my shoe laces tight enough to stay together. Turning a door knob would send sharp pangs throughout my entire arm. It was miserable and I was humbled by my limitations.
The sling on my arm was a constant reminder of those limitations, but it also reminded me of that the Lord takes pity on the weak and needy (Psalm 72:13). After all He chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong (1 Corinthians 1:27). That is why Paul said “I delight in weakness, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong” (2 Corinthians 12:10). Also, David was not the first born heir to the throne and he had the least worldly experience being the youngest of his clan, but God looked at his heart rather than his accomplishments. David’s heart would stand up to a giant and show forth God’s greatness through utter dependence. David’s heart would also be humiliated when confronted by the prophet Nathan and rely upon the strength that God provides to bring restoration (Psalm 51:10-12). This is the kind of heart that God desires for “the sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart [He] will not despise” (Psalm 51:17).
My arm is doing much better this week and I’m sure that I will soon forget about the pain that once plagued me, but I hope that I continue to be dependent upon God as though I can’t do anything without him.
The sling on my arm was a constant reminder of those limitations, but it also reminded me of that the Lord takes pity on the weak and needy (Psalm 72:13). After all He chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong (1 Corinthians 1:27). That is why Paul said “I delight in weakness, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong” (2 Corinthians 12:10). Also, David was not the first born heir to the throne and he had the least worldly experience being the youngest of his clan, but God looked at his heart rather than his accomplishments. David’s heart would stand up to a giant and show forth God’s greatness through utter dependence. David’s heart would also be humiliated when confronted by the prophet Nathan and rely upon the strength that God provides to bring restoration (Psalm 51:10-12). This is the kind of heart that God desires for “the sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart [He] will not despise” (Psalm 51:17).
My arm is doing much better this week and I’m sure that I will soon forget about the pain that once plagued me, but I hope that I continue to be dependent upon God as though I can’t do anything without him.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
bringing life
Come and blow the dust from my pages
turning to places where sun has not yellowed
revealing stages of past ages
now merging into the present
Come and smear the oil on the leather
restoring that which was once hard
brining life to that which binds
the mystery deep within
turning to places where sun has not yellowed
revealing stages of past ages
now merging into the present
Come and smear the oil on the leather
restoring that which was once hard
brining life to that which binds
the mystery deep within
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
unkempt hair
Hey there man with your unkempt hair
What brought you here where people stare
and unkind words linger in the air
Did you swallow hard when you entered that door
Did you think you’d find what you’re looking for
Well I've got two hands and I've got two feet
and I'll walk to you so that we can meet
and I've got this heart beating in my chest
so I'll extend to you my best
cause life is hard and could get worse
if you leave tonight with any more remorse
What brought you here where people stare
and unkind words linger in the air
Did you swallow hard when you entered that door
Did you think you’d find what you’re looking for
Well I've got two hands and I've got two feet
and I'll walk to you so that we can meet
and I've got this heart beating in my chest
so I'll extend to you my best
cause life is hard and could get worse
if you leave tonight with any more remorse
Monday, January 24, 2011
partly cloudy
Thursday, December 16, 2010
breakfast nachos
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
dogs and pigs
A dog is a dog
it will return to its vomit
A pig is a pig
it will return to the mud
An unregenerate man is unregenerate
he will return to his sin
Morality and good works
are not enough to amend
the soul that is condemned
Feast no more at the vomit on the floor
rise up out of your mud
come to the one who will atone with his blood
it will return to its vomit
A pig is a pig
it will return to the mud
An unregenerate man is unregenerate
he will return to his sin
Morality and good works
are not enough to amend
the soul that is condemned
Feast no more at the vomit on the floor
rise up out of your mud
come to the one who will atone with his blood
Monday, November 15, 2010
continental gin building
This past weekend I visited the Continental Gin Building for an Open Studios event where twenty three artists had the doors to the studios open for guests to view or purchase their works. Walking through the building at dusk with golden light pouring through the windows, I felt like I had been transported to another time.






Monday, November 1, 2010
joy and strength
Wind rips across the water suspending a seagull in mid flight
climbs up the hill to where I sit and scatters the pages of my notes
Warm sun reflected in the water now blinding in my eye
beaming down upon my skin making me warm inside
I have joy in the sun and feel strength with the wind
a dichotomy of things living deep within
climbs up the hill to where I sit and scatters the pages of my notes
Warm sun reflected in the water now blinding in my eye
beaming down upon my skin making me warm inside
I have joy in the sun and feel strength with the wind
a dichotomy of things living deep within
Monday, October 11, 2010
shadows
Photographs are limited in their perspective. They focus on a single subject and present views that extend to the edges of the frame only. Like a photograph my view in life is limited. I can only see so much. The shadows in these photographs point to something beyond the edge of the frame. They serve as a reminder that there is something more.


Monday, October 4, 2010
ending and beginning
Sun setting
golden window pane
remorse growing
unable to explain
the day is ending
unable to refrain
Stars glowing
in the night time air
hollow feeling
rises without care
empty longing
that I can’t repair
Morning calling
to my night time eyes
rain is coming
falling from the sky
a new beginning
that I can’t deny
golden window pane
remorse growing
unable to explain
the day is ending
unable to refrain
Stars glowing
in the night time air
hollow feeling
rises without care
empty longing
that I can’t repair
Morning calling
to my night time eyes
rain is coming
falling from the sky
a new beginning
that I can’t deny
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
galleria
The Galleria Mall in Dallas was opened in 1982 and has remained a successful enterprise for almost thirty years.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
solace
There is a solace I have found
I wear it like an evening gown
it glows and glitters
and shows your worth
the fabric comes from virgin birth
It covers completely
from head to ground
and protects from dangers
all around
It always goes with me
so that I might remain
it never forgets me
like a chorus refrain
I wear it like an evening gown
it glows and glitters
and shows your worth
the fabric comes from virgin birth
It covers completely
from head to ground
and protects from dangers
all around
It always goes with me
so that I might remain
it never forgets me
like a chorus refrain
Thursday, August 26, 2010
gourdough's
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