day 3513

August 6, 2018
day 3513
if your heart can break,
be grateful for all your tears,
to know you still feel.

day 3511/day 3512

July 28, 2018

day 3511
his left hand, held up,
slowing the oncoming car
his right, to his wife

when I dropped them off,
mentioned how impressed I was;
it was chivalric.

he brushed it off, shy;
“protecting his investment…”
she said playfully
Day 3512
was around midnight,
between streetlights, bicyclist,
carrying flowers

day 3502/day 3503/day 3504/day 3505/day 3506/day 3507/day 3508/day 3509/day 3510

July 28, 2018

day 3502
the week has been junk,
then I saw Chuck walk on by
and my mood lifted.

day 3503
distinct cloud outlines
defined in the night sky by
flashes of lightning


day 3504
we passed each other
at the doorway; her outfit
caused a double-take.

day 3505
logged into the site,
saw the profiles, started to read…
and just closed the tab


day 3506
thinking about Touch,
and how far too many folks
don’t get it enough


day 3507
looked at the migrant,
but for chance, she’d be my niece;
all kids must be loved.


day 3508
they leaned in closer,
a bike helmet in her hand,
for a good-bye kiss


day 3509
across the table,
they held hands, reminding me:
giddy knows no age


day 3510
I’m in a fishbowl,
looking at the folks ‘round me,
like a silent film.

day 3501

May 15, 2018
day 3501
one photo, then more;
he said, “we can’t show these pics,
might offend someone.”
(if you want to see the photos that my local camera store found sooooooo worrisome, look here)

day 3499/day 3500

May 1, 2018
day 3500
the dam has been broke,
and the Milwaukee River
sounds different now
day 3499
though my eyes were closed,
in my mind, I tried to see
the world around me

day 3494/day 3495/day 3496/day 3497/day 3498

April 12, 2018
day 3498
I saw the numbers,
knew changes had to be made
in how my life works

day 3497
I looked at the clock,
recognized my error and
reached for my car-key

day 3496
their smiling faces…
as these three little people
keep exploring things.

day 3495
though nearly midnight,
and most the mall’s lights turned off,
the musack went on
day 3494
the snow on the trees
made it quite easy to see
which way the wind blew

Troy’s Book Club: Americans We

March 3, 2018

AMERICANS WE, by Eugene Richards, is a powerful photo-book. I’ve enjoyed this book for many years, but my recent re-reading of it had a new level of impact. I went through the book slowly, with the woman I’ve been seeing, and we took turns reading the text out loud to each other. It really was an exceptional way to read a book.

Richards has been making powerful images for decades, and anyone who considers themselves a photographer or student of photography really needs to spend some time with this book. It’s goldang required reading.