I don’t even really remember how I got this photo, or how it wound up in my backup files. I think it is from the late 70’s?
That is my dad, Robert James Nolan, when he was younger than I am now, along with my eldest sister and (I think) our first family dog, Shadow.
It is absolutely not what I meant to create with the various shots that I edited from a single original. But the free online … collage-maker arranged them at random.
Oh, well. It’s … still visually interesting? (“I’m … Ron Burgundy?”)
Find me on the Bluesky social media platform, if you’re so inclined:
https://bsky.app/profile/ericrobertnolan.bsky.social
(Right, like you haven’t had just about enough of me already.)
A little present from a fellow writer.
So I noticed recently that there’s a new ice cream joint on South Jefferson Street. (At least I think it’s new; it takes me forever to notice anything.)
It looks auspicous. I might just go looking for a tall chocolate milkshake into which to drown my sorrows.
Spillwords Press today featured my short poem, “Ode to a Polish Plum Cake.” You can find it right here.
Thanks, as always, to Chief Editor Dagmara K. for allowing me to be a part of this truly fun creative community!
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!
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>, via Wikimedia Commons
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