don’t (tire) tread on me i have fought so hard to be growing here amid the gravel in the spaces rarely traveled people call us weeds and worse eyesore, blight, scourge, or curse but there is beauty in our blooms and we take such little room living out our meager lives in the middle of your drive About the photo: My parents have a gravel driveway and things tend to grow in the space between the tire tracks.
fiberglass bodies wild imaginations and hometown love this art has legs and runs all over town standing still About the photo: These are a few of the hundreds of painted fiberglass horses around the Louisville Metro area placed by Gallopalooza, a local civic pride initiative. Funny thing — when I decided to start photographing some of them I drew a blank as to where exactly I had seen them.
I hate these things! Well, “hate” is too strong a word. It’s just so… uncomfortable… I mean, all the pressure — the bride and the groom, they’re counting on us for the rings, for the flowers, to make sure everything runs smoothly, to make them look good. As if these next few hours are the portent for all that their marriage will be. Who needs that? Anyway… so, um, do you want to dance? About the photo: I cheated a little since this is not a new photo. It’s a scene from one of my nephew’s wedding in 2007. But I thought I’d do a little #ThrowBackThursday today….
the magic is all gone though some invoke the old words incantations trying to recreate the feeling that was lost About the photo: The Vogue Theater was a single-screen movie theater near where I grew up. Like many community theaters, it survived a few years after the advent of the big multiplexes by showing art films, indie films, old films, and midnight movies. And like many it finally closed down several years ago. The site is now several small shops and restaurants that have kept the name and this sign. This is a new photo, but I think the sepia-tone filter works well for the nostalgic feel I was looking for.
come out of the forest come off the thoroughfare the fields spread out before us there’s music in the air dance across the glade, the meadow, and the bald dance to Pan’s flute music nature’s tune is called About the photo: Sculpture of Pan atop Hogan’s Fountain in Louisville’s Cherokee Park. The fountain originally provided water for horses and dogs. The sculpture was designed by Louisville native and world-renowned artist Enid Yandell. Going to this park with its fountain was always a special treat when we were kids. (But I swear, the fountain was bigger back then….)
we’ve just begun this road we’re on it stretches out further than we can see what wonders might wait amid its twists and turns? unicorns? dinosaurs? dragons? come walk with me some little while and see what we will see About the photo: Two of my niblings (niece and nephew) on a walk on a spring afternoon.
some day we will let go and fly or float or fall but with such acrobatic dynamic as to thrill the senses of the children who barely imagine that our tiny fruit might one day be another maple tree those kids might not know but I see their wings and what they can become if they have the courage to let go and fall and grow About the photo: Nascent maple seeds — I’ve just learned they are called samaras. Of course, as kids we always called them helicopters. We had two large maple trees in front of the house where I grew up. They have since been removed due to age and disease.