Category: Portfolios
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Hat | Rock Island, WA | 2017 Consider the hat. It protects the head, warms the scalp and, if rakishly applied, flatters the wearer. Underneath and inside, a brain percolates: judgments (burger or fish-n-chips?), concerns (will the waitress notice me?), memories (dog bounding at sunset on stormy beach). Now consider the hat’s loyal supporter —…
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Pool | Wenatchee, WA | 2017 The reflection of a metal heron caught my eye. The statue’s stillness amid storm clouds roiling on the pool’s surface sparked my curiosity. Is it possible to be
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Decoy | Wenatchee, WA | 2017 Wading through our culture’s digital swamp, we might not know exactly what’s real and what’s not. Just about everything has been processed: news tweaked, photos polished, experiences hyped. That’s why it’s important
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Glide | East Wenatchee, WA | 2018 There’s a way, I think, to move through life with minimum struggle and maximum ease. At age 65, I still haven’t learned exactly how it’s done, but I’m getting close. The method emerges from acceptance and gratitude for what’s right in front of me. Sunlight, tennis shoes, bird…
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Evergreen | Wenatchee, WA | 2018 Trees in a woodlot near our college grow thin and spindly due to overcrowding and competition. Across the street, a huge evergreen stands alone on campus and
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In the Car Wash | East Wenatchee, WA | 2018 The automatic car wash seems to me a technological miracle on par with intermittent windshield wipers. It’s a melding of chemistry, hydraulics and robotics that is largely overlooked and under-appreciated. Really. Crowds should gather to
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Modern Art | Rockland, ME | 2018 “Heck, I could do that.” Many people view contemporary art — particularly abstract art — as the dots, dabs and dribbles of the unskilled, wannabe artist. You know, someone who can’t draw. Recently, I came to the opposite conclusion while watching a local abstract artist sketch using a…
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Hand | Wiscasset, ME | 2018 Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp / Or what’s a heaven for? — Poet Robert Browning Florida writer Robert D. Shepherd, a frequent contributor to the question-and-answer website Quora, explains the origin of this famous phrase: “It’s from Robert Browning’s wonderful, sad poem ‘Andrea del Sarto,‘…
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Jeans | Belfast, ME | 2018 Bertha, the maid who took care of us as kids, used to say she knew everything about me when she hung my jeans on the line. Frayed hems: “You a sloppy walker,” she said. Worn seat: “Lordy, too much TV.” Broken zipper: “I don’t even want to guess.” And…
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