Sunshine in a Bottle

Here, I'll tell you a secret,

There is no sunshine in a bottle, 

but 

the dim rooms of winter can often allow you 

to bend the rules a bit. 

Those dawns are hard to forget, too,

the sun streaking in, 

last nights cigarette still clinging to your throat and lungs,

starting the day with a cough that ends in a retch.

I wish I had a better tale for Christmas, 

but here it is. 

Look elsewhere.

Photos are for the Road

I like to take photos while driving. I know that this notion has frightened some of you, but I do. Now, more often than not, I am a passenger, so it doesn't hurt that I am taking photos while moving.  There is a certain sacrifice that one makes when moving at 60 mph down the road, and at the same time attempting to capture a beautiful sunset, cloud formation, wildlife or what have you:  Things that are moving, look blurry.  Well, I like blurry, sometimes. Even when I was a small child, I used to look out of the window of my father's truck and focus and un-focus my eyes on the scenery passing by.  The fescue, barbed wire, or the gravel on the shoulder racing by in a grey blur.
I recently took a trip with Stephanie and Shannon back to the farm country where I was born. Here are some photos from the road.