Category Archives: photography

a case of mistaken identity


The year was 1968. I was 22 years old,  working for a CPA firm and living by myself in Seattle, Washington 3,000 miles from my home near Houston, Texas. I got a job by calling every CPA firm in the Seattle area from my … Continue reading

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the young woman at the rock


I was 22 years old, leaving home – really leaving home on a 3,000 mile trip from Houston, Texas to Seattle, Washington with a friend from college who was as eager for adventure and a change of scenery as I was. The year … Continue reading

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consider the toad


our toad sits alone every night atop the frog log during the day mr. or mrs. toad vanishes What up, Toad? Stay tuned.

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Lessons from a Butterfly


One week ago today I was doing my pool exercises when I saw something so very extraordinary I took a calculated risk to retrieve my cell phone from the buggy it rests in without disturbing the amazing sight. butterfly on … Continue reading

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a man of letters – part 2 – after the war, the GI bill and my dad


When my dad came home from World War II, he eloped with my mom and began a financial roller coaster that dizzied him for the rest of his life. Dad wanted to get married and finish his education – both of which … Continue reading

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Maya Angelou: wouldn’t take nothing for my journey now


“Being a woman is hard work. Not without joy and even ecstasy, but still relentless, unending work. Becoming an old female may require only being born with certain genitalia, inheriting long-living genes and the fortune not to be run over … Continue reading

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behold the frog log


Our first summer last year with a swimming pool was a real adventure – our yard is a frog mecca teeming with loud nocturnal noises, and unfortunately the frogs can’t distinguish a chlorinated pool from a perfectly wonderful fresh water pond. … Continue reading

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forget Chelsea? never


Spike’s bark was loud, much louder than his usual warning bark for the intruder who dares to walk past his house on Cardinal Drive in the early morning hours before Pretty, Charly and I have roused ourselves from sleep to … Continue reading

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precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul


While I angst over the children still illegally separated from their families in my home state of Texas and begin to plan another series on letters my father wrote me while I was in college at the University of Texas in Austin in … Continue reading

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I just can’t let it go


My grandfather on my daddy’s side was born on July 29, 1898. His name was George Patton Morris. One week from today he would be  120 years old. This is my grandfather with his mother, Margaret Antonio Moore Morris, in … Continue reading

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