A handful of photos from travels to my old home.
Fort Worden Shadows & Light
Beach Walk Graffiti
Light On The Understory
A Walk In The Woods
A Trio of Troublemakers
Gone The Way Of
Could any of these photos inspire a poem? Of course. I’m always slightly nostalgic when I return to places where I once thrived. And I still find sustenance on these streets, hills and beaches. I love the spontaneous need to create art out of stones. I remember what the Town Tavern once signified for all of us who landed there for a time. Some stayed too long. If I didn’t have old friends there, I realize I wouldn’t go back… then it would only be nostalgia and not engagement. Memory’s lane leaves me cold.
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