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.



Troy’s Book Club: Always Looking Up

March 3, 2018

Happened to find this book in my Mom and Dad’s coat closet, back around the holidays 2017. I needed a break from comics for a bit, and could use a bit of encouragement, too. Who >wouldn’t< want some encouragement from Alex P. Keaton? 🙂

This memoir, Michael J. Fox’s second, was about life after his Parkinson’s diagnosis, his leaving the sitcom, SPIN CITY, the beginnings of the Michael J. Fox Foundation, and his efforts to start swaying politicians to understand the significance of stem cell research. Oh yeah, and he and his wife’s effort to raise their family while dealing with all the previously-mentioned.

It was a fun, interesting, convivial book. A nice, light read, and a good reminder that many of our perceived limits can be gotten through if we have the right motivations and keep trying to live a life of purpose and love.

There’s a whole lotta copies at MPL, so go check it out! 🙂 



day 3490/day 3491/day 3492/day 3493

March 3, 2018
So, not many haikus written in February, but still, I like them…
day 3493
walking down the street,
texting with one hand, a rose
held in the other
day 3492
sitting quietly
in the coffeeshop, hearing
the conversations
day 3491
overhead I heard
a deep, agressive rumble:
a passing snowplow
day 3490
middle of the night,
trying to breath too-dry air
with nose full of snot

day 3489

January 23, 2018
day 3489
beyond the window,
I could see snow had fallen,
lining the branches

day 3488

January 16, 2018
day 3488
close to each other,
but she stood one step higher;
we saw eye-to-eye

day 3484, day 3485, day 3486, day 3487

January 4, 2018
day 3487
evidence of wind
in the tall smokestack’s exhaust;
further back, sunset.
day 3486
bitterly cold out,
thinking about those with less,
no roof overhead
day 3485
seeing my teacher
was a needed reminder.
Always move forward.
day 3484
the nighttime river,
its current visible from
streetlight reflections