“Our dream of safety has to disappear.”

A solitude ten thousand fathoms deep
Sustains the bed on which we lie, my dear:
Although I love you, you will have to leap;
Our dream of safety has to disappear.

—  from W. H. Auden’s “Leap Before You Look”



Photo credit: ” Cliff in the Moonlight,” Rufin Sudkovsky, 1880

Portrayal of St. Raphael, the Archangel, by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres

original INGRES Jean Auguste Dominique française Fonds des dessins et miniatures

“In Flanders Fields,” by John McCrae

Source: Old Toronto Series on Facebook

Thank you, veterans.

I am feeling grateful today to all the veterans who served their country at the highest level.  Thank you.



Service members prepare the State and Territorial Cordon outside the Memorial Amphitheater at Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, Va., Nov. 11, 2023. This was part of the 70th National Veterans Day Observance. (U.S. Army photo by Elizabeth Fraser / Arlington National Cemetery / released)

The Piker Press publishes my photo of some stragely darkened hills in Woodbridge, Virginia

The Piker Press today featured what might be my favorite photo of mine — a shot of a mid-afternoon Northen Virginia neighborhood that was suddenly and virtually eclipsed by heavy clouds racing over the area.

It was one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen, and I happened to be there at just the right time.  You can see the photo right here.

Thanks, as always, to Managing Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to be a part of the creative community of The Piker Press!



“Cleopatra with the Asp,” Guido Reni, circa 1630

Oil on canvas.

“This is precisely the time that artists go to work.”

    I apologize for this post.

    Libertarian friend: “There is another option!  Chase Oliver!  He’s on the ballot!”

    Me: “I would Chase Oliver but I wouldn’t know what to do if I caught him.”



    Photo credit: Gage Skidmore from Surprise, AZ, United States of America, CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

    “A tough life needs a tough language — and that is what poetry is.”

    Self portrait by Edward Steichen, circa 1900

    Platinum print.

    Nurse Your Favorite Heresies in Whispers