hazard two

plywood

They Lost

Sno-cones

hazard

archives

from the vault, yo.

Hannity & Colmes (and Nancy Grace)

Pittsburgh Style

encountering the poet laureate (and her grandson) in SF

merits a bit of text:

A Hundred Bolts of Satin

by Kay Ryan

All you
have to lose
is one
connection
and the mind
uncouples
all the way back.
It seems
to have been
a train.
There seems
to have been
a track.
The things
that you
unpack
from the
abandoned cars
cannot sustain
life: a crate of
tractor axles,
for example,
a dozen dozen
clasp knives,
a hundred
bolts of satin—
perhaps you
specialized
more than
you imagined.


Years ago, this poem got it all started for me. A dear friend pointed out that it's a bit dark, and he may be right, but there's always something to see even then. She was very nice. Her grandson, too.

San Francisco in color

San Francisco by car

The Joys of Travel

Water, water everywhere...

the brawny man goes to napa

Not North Korea

color finds a way

Reminder of why Detroit is foundering

Less than meets the eye...