Category Archives: Writing

having to do with the written word


Stone Bird.
Image of bird incised on stone darkened by desert polish.
Undeciphered petroglyph that may be directions or a map.

It seems obvious that markings made on sun-darkened rock,

Petroglyphs that suggest star maps.

laboriously chipped into the surface with another rock, would be a way to

Dog or coyote petroglyph
Petroglyph in shape interpreted as a dog or coyote figure with claw and extended head feature.

communicate with others who were not there at the moment, such as the indicator of a spring behind a stone, or a place to look from to see clearly, or the record of an event that occurred nearby.

It also seems obvious that images made in stone in this way are ART, using keen observation of the shape and characteristics of animals and translating that into lines and shading, using the natural dots and bumps of the rock as visual elements in the drawing.

So is it Rock Art or Rock Signage or both?

Mary Carol

Nickajack Lake
Threatening sky

Mary Carol

Closed off in her tomb

Reading from her Bible

In an eight-by-ten foot room

In an eight-by-ten foot room.

Said she shot him

Shot him in their room

Won’t deny it

Sent him to his doom

To his eternal doom.

Three young daughters

Two innocents at school

Fine young preacher

Who’s gonna play the fool?

Who’s gonna play the fool?

Mary Carol

Closed off in her room

Won’t deny it

What will the police do?

What will the police do?


The back roads and side alleys of St. Augustine, Florida, have their own surprises and charms. This image was placed just in front of my camera as I strolled the park near the lighthouse.

The trip was a “surgery-moon” — a spur-of-the-moment visit to take advantage of a healing left knee and a not-yet surgeried right knee. When both knees are replaced with metal and plastic inserts, you don’t really know if you’ll be able to walk again. And I wanted to walk.

Not hike. Not stroll. But walk. See new things at an easy walking pace. Experience time-worn steps and polished stone streets. Sail on a sloop and ride in a trolley car.

Now that it is now November, three months out, I can walk again. Still unsteady on uneven ground, still limited in the weight that can be placed on healing joints, and still trying to find a comfortable position in bed for a good night’s sleep, but better. The older knee is not as far along as the newer knee.  Stairs are still a challenge. But I think it’s going to work out.

Thank you, Dr. Marty Redish and staff. I appreciate the work you have done for my benefit.

Wedge Issues

It seems that too many issues divide us.

What unites us?

Some songs reach our hearts, connect us with the writer through the words and lyrics, and unlock feelings we may not have felt in a while.

… such as this essential song by Texas songwriter, Guy Clark:

My favorite picture of you
Is the one where you’re staring
Straight into the lens
It’s just a polaroid shot
Someone took on the spot
No beginning no end
It’s just a moment in time
You can’t have back
You never left but your bags were packed
Just in case
My favorite picture of you
Is bent and it’s faded
And it’s pinned to my wall
Oh and you were so angry
It’s hard to believe
We were lovers at all
There’s a fire in your eyes
You’ve got your heart on your sleeve
A curse on your lips but all I can see
Is beautiful
My favorite picture of you
Is the one where
Your wings are showing
Oh and your arms are crossed
Your fists are clenched
Not gone but going
Just a stand up angel
Who won’t back down
Nobody’s fool, nobody’s clown
You were smarter than that
My favorite picture of you
Is the one where it hasn’t rained yet
Oh and as I recall there came a winter squall
And we got soaking wet
Oh, a thousand words in the blink of an eye
The camera loves you and so do I
My favorite picture of you
Is the one where you’re staring
Straight into the lens