poetry, design & photography
​Coffee’s gracefulness
Awakening our brain cells
Enabling life
The elixir of life: coffee! Memories of Seattle cafes in the 90s, a broke young man seeking moments of grace. Warmth in the winter rain, another grace. Warm memories of friends and conversation, of connecting with history’s great minds. Coffee consumed, generations apart, cold winter’s rain ensuring the seat, by the window, wondrous.
Dark morning skies
Coffee shops and newspapers
Tranquil memories
Echoes of my history in this morning’s air, remembering my times in Seattle as a young man.
An exploration with wordart from my leftover materials from my primary election guide.
within the darkness
memories of the daylight
as I seek to rest
This is my first experiment with Adobe Spark. I find Canva a bit more intuitive at first blush. I’ll see where that goes. As I have a Creative Suite subscription, Spark makes significant economic sense.
sunlight climbing down
from the mountains to the west
the bees contented
​wakefulness
reading upon the couch
re-dreaming dreams
Finding it hard to remain awake this morning, awake, asleep, startling awake..the cycle spins, daylight climbs eastern mountains, dawn fades to memory.
another day past
feeling the grace of sunlight
soon, petals will fall
​morning sunlight
breeze changes direction
opportunity
I see so much opportunity, and how privilege feeds that. How I can pick and choose amongst these choices, while so many others struggle to get by.
How can I leverage privilege and expand opportunity for all?
Is this how I make the world better?
walking in sunlight
renewed life fueled by its grace
moving through my space
Living in the suburbs north of Seattle, I see many flowers. You probably have no trouble discerning that from my posts. As a young man, I fled these burbs. Life’s sense of humor, though, kicked in hard. I know life just about a hundred feet from the house I grew up in.
The passing time brings perspective. Now I feel a deep love for this place. My connections deep: friendships, history, I can look at a spot and talk about decades of change, and stability. These suburbs resist change well, but not perfectly.
These flowers which bored me as a boy and young man, well, they now bring me happiness. Years of growth, of death, of change, yet the bees still buzz, flowers still bloom, and summer becomes autumn.
cool air
I rejoice
summer calmed
