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Photo finish Friday: “No Oxygen Allowed”
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Filed under Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday: “Flower power”
After a summer rain, its anthers covered in pollen and filaments opening up, this day lily strives toward renewed life.
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday: “Film at Eleven”
Some things you can’t ig-noir.
From my limited understanding, they were filming scenes for one of the cable true crime shows, which is interesting if not ironic because the owner of the house used to read true crime books. Then she married and had two sons, and found them to be scary enough, as young children often are.
When we arrived, the entryway — foyer — was strewn with magazines, papers, and other chaos to make the house looked ransacked, and two actors — too young, too thin, and too nattily dressed to be real police detectives, were putting on blue surgical gloves as if they were about to inspect a crime scene.
I wonder what cops wore before latex.
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday: “New World Order”
Some days your world is right side up. some days, upside down.
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday: “Blooming”
Reaching toward the future.
Reaching toward the future /
raindrops reflect the present /
while seeds crack the past.
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday: “Checkin’ in Once Again”
“One for the money. Two for the show….”
From blue suede to persuade, Elvis is still singing to Marilyn down at the local pizza and sandwich shop. Four years
Elvis and Marilyn hanging out at the local pizzeria from May 25, 2013.
ago, almost to the day, Photo finish Friday featured these two. Not much has changed. Marilyn has gained a cap — which may or may not go with her dress — and she’s clutching her clutch in both hands now. You can never be too careful these days. But they are both still hanging around Harby’s.
Who do you know now that you knew four years ago that might be worth checking in with or writing about. Is he still living in the same place? Does she still have the same job? Do you still see each other and visit?
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday: “Wing tip”
Oftentimes the biggest thing holding you down is the crap from above that lands on your wings.
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
Haiku to you Thursday: “Love is…”
Purple Iris after a rain.
Love is a flower. /
Often too short a time /
but always a wonder.
Photo finish Friday: “Cold one”
Photo courtesy of Chris Brock.
The coldest beer in the USA
by David E. Booker
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
My truck broke down.
My dog died suddenly
And my woman, she left me
Running off with my brother
What else bad can there be?
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
My barber’s quiet frown
Says my hair’s gone astray
Fading from my head, more each day.
Being bald makes me shudder.
I cry and throw my comb away.
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
One left and eleven down.
Empties rattle in the back.
Now here comes the local flack.
He’s after me and no other.
I sip the last of the twelve pack.
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
Sitting in a cell downtown
Waiting to be shipped to the jail
Nobody left to throw my bail.
Then I see my dear ol’ brother.
The look of man about to fail.
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
You won’t find another
As cold and as clear tonight.
I give him my best frown.
He walks over and says to me:
“Brother forgive and let it be
“She ran off with yet another.
“Our half-brother who’d been at sea.”
The coldest beer in the USA
Drive up and down the pike
Turn left or turn right
Sadly, we can’t have another
On this cold and clear tonight.
Filed under 2017, Photo Finish Friday
Photo finish Friday: “Silhouette”
Light and limb and leaf.
Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
