So maybe you're driving along some highway and you pass by someone's house. It might be sitting in the middle of an empty field, past it's best days and now simply struggling to keep it's occupants safe from the elements. Or maybe it's a city and you can see rows and rows of apartment towers…

  So this is a photo I took a couple of years ago while working one afternoon. It's just a single abandoned home with a marriage proposal. I doubt the person who lived there wrote the message, but I suppose it's possible. It's kind of hard to look at this house and see the vibrant…

It wasn't a particularly an old house but rather a younger home that had seen better days. It sat behind a wall of brush and young trees that served to hide it from the rural highway that went past. The original construction was supplemented with sheets of Styrofoam and collected wood to build a protected…

“You don't believe in karma?” She said. I agreed and she was shocked that someone couldn't believe in something that was, at least to her, a basic truth. I actually found this kind of failure to comprehend as a common trait among those people who considered themselves to be very spiritual. Usually those folks would…

The house I was supposed to go to was one of those Victorian style painted ladies—a large home build a century ago with a large porch, rounded windows and piles upon piles of roofs and windows. Like all painted ladies she was past her prime and had succumbed to the plastic surgery of subdivision. And…

When you have a cat around you there is always a point in the day in which you stop whatever you're doing and take a few moments to pet the cat. You might say a few nice words while scratching behind the ears or just quietly stroke their silky fur while the cat does nothing…

This morning at 2:53 am in a room that was carefully darkenedwith the light and hum of electronic machinerya group of trained cheerleadersshouting strangely as the sound did not bounceoff the deadened wallsand unknown to passers byG-d was born. Yet again His forehead was slick with thewater in which he had walked uponpudgy fingers struggled to…

I was hitch hiking across country with some companions and we stopped at a bar in Brownsville Texas to make a phone call. Sitting in a corner table was Carl Jung. He had a almost full bottle of blended tequila in front of him and two glasses. I asked him about the collective unconscious. He…

The good sisters that now liein the mud beneath my feetnow know evil becausethey've seen itheavier then the stones and earth pressing upon their fleshor what's left of itamiable pathway for the verdant vine intertwininga wired fenceto keep out the curious such as mefrom wondering what mannerof soldier sleeps here.

On a certain crisp fall day a kitten ran up to me while I was raking leaves. His tail was in the air and all I had to do to make him purr was scratch around his ears. He was brown with a black nose and tail. He looked at me and asked “Do you…