I spent a series of cold, foggy mornings when I was a young man of about twenty-one working at a door shop in Jacksonville reading On The Road on my way to work. It was my second time reading the book, but the first time I really got what Kerouac was trying to do. I… Continue reading Books and the Geology of the Soul
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St. Johns Meditation
This is not my photo. Sometimes, at the end of a long day, my mind turns homeward, back to Jacksonville, and I find myself looking at pictures of the river I love. I look out over this river and I see my own history running through the current. Sometimes memories of my dad's fishing buddies… Continue reading St. Johns Meditation
A Parting Glance
Pardon a few more skyline shots of my hometown. I'm back in Tallahassee now, but the weather was glorious today and I couldn't resist a few more before leaving town this afternoon.
Jacksonville Noir
Jacksonville: Morning, Noon, and Night
