Home at last, arm in a sling. The ablation procedure went so well that the docs had a clear view of some other stuff: “so how about we put in a pacemaker… for long-term success?”

I shot it in a quiet moment during a very active day and so when I look at it now , I remember the peace of that moment made up as it was of stolen time and the drifting memory of someone I loved who was no longer there.

Lights in the distance bring memories of an absent friend .

Are you kidding me? Seriously my eyes are 50% of what they used to be and my small motor skills, as in typing, are a joke to behold. To put it mildly it’s a bit of a challenge to be a writer / photographer these days, a magical mystery tour if you will.

I am swimming upstream in a river of fog, I am wrecked on shoals carved by indifferent time.

Meant to shoot more last week…hell, I mean to shoot more every week but I often don’t. Meant to write more last week…hell, I mean to write more every week.

It hasn’t rained for awhile. Been mostly hot to moderately hot, clear skies, easy breeze, not much goin’ on. I have felt the need to play with light and shadow, get reacquainted with the nature of things in black and white.

Started daydreamin’ when I should have been working. Thinking about races upcoming and the incredible places we get to run through. Even me, old and slow though I have become, I am still running with a camera from place to place.

Agein’ ain’t for the faint of heart. And it pays to remember that I am not alone as I move into the day, that people care about what I do, about how I am; that John Wayne movies were made up and never true.