One Picture/One Paragraph : Saint Lucy

Every Winter I have lived in Syracuse, I have temporarily lost a part of my eyesight.

It was just after dawn, and Beth had gone swimming.

Whatever happened here was violent enough to knock over the heavy cabinet.

My favorite RUNNING images visualize a rhythm that I hope the viewer can hear too.

I found a dead goose on the beach a little after dark recently.

I once stole a grapefruit.

Sometimes the big opportunities can only squeeze through an almost collapsed opening.

In the crackerjack world of default birthday parties

I sink my knees into the sand under the water, then push to the top and swim to shore.