the end of another day

Closing up shop.  The same way it's been done for so many years.  I caught this image with the sun framing this worker in a way that accentuates the curve of his back.  It's almost as though the shadow reveals more about his age than his actual body.  He looked nowhere other than at his hands on the cable that shut the door one more time...

A Thanksgiving Awakening

As "the miscellaneous observer," I've begun to record some of my visual observations. This is a bone from my turkey soup that I rested on a box in my home. There is something primitive about the bone. The box is warm and rich. Natural, man-made. Old, new. Death, preservation. Out-of-place, completely at home.

A nap with my cat

It's a rare Friday afternoon when I have just woken from a nap with my
cat. My question: who enjoyed this time more, me or my cat? I wish I
could purr.

KHS

What's the point?

I haven't let anyone know I have started a blog. Isn't the point of
blogging to enable others to read? I have no interest in letting
others "in." What does that say about me?

KHS

gaping hole

A friend just emailed to touch base. We both experienced the deaths of our fathers recently. He said he feels a "gaping hole." I don't feel that gaping hole... that empty space that's left after someone's gone.

I feel bad about not feeling that gaping hole. Thinking about it makes me realize that I've missed the relationship that others have.

I'm not going to think about these things. I will force my life to be shallow so I'm less confused and frustrated.

No gaping hole.

the curse of the popery

Using Google to search for "the miscellaneous observer" I found only 5 listings. Five.

I usually see numbers in the millions. I needed to "own" that phrase so I started this blog.