Dogs and Light
Poetry nee Doggerel
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe dog watched man’s fire glow.
And out the darkened night did go.
So no astonishment in sight.
When casually we flick on a light.
Poetry nee Doggerel
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe dog watched man’s fire glow.
And out the darkened night did go.
So no astonishment in sight.
When casually we flick on a light.
Here are some recent photos I took in Pine Stree Woods. The days were not great, overcast and gray. Still there is a bit of fall color and it was fun to play with some black and white. These were taken by an old camera that I have resurrected the
Soft sodden air of the twilit forest Snap of fallen drops, formed of mist and pines Rain-blackened trunks parade down-slope Pale bleached-yellow of fern Like spirits of their brown bracken brothers Wraiths of mist hang and sweep through the rain-dark trees Flash of white, a pause, ghostly gray The deer
As a measure of transparency; I have started to use AI (Microsoft Co-pilot) in my sparse writing attempts. I am limiting it to editing functions like spelling, grammar, and punctuation. Sometimes it adds Em-dashes. I am not using it for the writing itself but more like a professional editor. So
Introduction History is usually made from what is known, events, people, facts. Much of history is obscured by secrecy; shame, embarrassment, or state secrets obscure much of what we know of history. It's these small secrets obscured by time and the deaths of the small number of participants