A wise man once said that Christmas was like a senior citizen eating prunes: it may be painful, but this, too, will soon pass.
We have many quirky neighbors and much odd scenery here in Greater Clear Creek. When viewed from a moving automobile on the winding road, the pictured truck appears to race the barn. The barn leans forward, and seems to be pull ahead by a nose (if barns had noses). I've tried often, without success, to capture this illusion in a photograph (if illusion it be). Ultimately I gave up, concluding that motion was a necessary ingredient of the effect. It eludes still photography.
Nevertheless, when the folks who live nearby decorated the old truck in Christmas finery, I decided it was time to share the image with the world. Or that portion of the world who follows my blog.
Hello, Mother. Merry Christmas.
My short story "I Am War, Mr. Tolstoy" published today
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My short story "I Am War, Mr. Tolstoy" was published today on my author's
page at Cowboy Jamboree Press.
I pull from some personal shit on this one mor...
3 weeks ago
I love that tree. Guess who.
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