Days of Future Path

The future killed my parents
And will probably kill yours too
It steals your wealth and rots your teeth
Wears out your coat and shoe

The future sometimes seems so bright
So promising and true
You try so hard to please it
What else is there to do

The path well worn that seems to work
For more than just a few
It is the future's favorite trap
Line up and join the queue

A fellow blazes his own path
In search of something new
And finds the future waiting there
He wonders how it knew

The future killed our parents
And theirs before them too
And when you think it's had enough
It finally comes for you

Photo (CC) 2021 : Have a nice day! 🙂

Earth, Wind, and Water

Captivated by the imagery produced in sand by the wind and water I decided to curate a little show of its work. Water or air moving over loose sand will produce a matrix of interlocking dune forms reminiscent of the cords of gray matter on the exterior of a brain. Dappling from raindrops adds texture to the mix. Some of these are combinations of all three effects. The photo captions serve as titles and attempt to gather loosely into a poem.

the spirited appearance
evacuating the scene
in a weathered relief
of birds and blown leaves
driven to compete, compelled to conform
echoes the style of clouds
in a collated cycle of day and night

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Cropped and minimally edited photos of Gulf Coast beach sand made with a Galaxy S9 over several days. (CC) 2021

A Case of Me

I am all that I can see
The one who matters, me, me, me

The universe revolves around
The point wherever I am found

I could drink a case of me
And be as happy as can be

If only I knew what to do
With all the other people who

Think they themselves are number one
How dare they ruin all my fun

With nods and all respect to Joni Mitchell.

Birds, Early April 2021

Northern Harrier, Bolivar Flats, TX

Harrier indulged me with some close-up poses in the early AM out near Bolivar Flats. There’s been a pair of them hunting the fields between the highway and the beach.

Green Heron, Seawall Blvd., Galveston
Sora, Lafitte’s Cove, Galveston
Ring-billed Gull (immature, 2nd winter), Bolivar Flats
Forster’s Tern, Galveston
American Avocet, Bolivar Flats
Whimbrel, Bolivar Flats
American Oystercatcher, Bolivar

All photos (CC-BY-SA) 2021, G. Paul Randall. April on the Texas Gulf Coast.

Space to Let


Bricks and windows are forever at odds
       and space defies all confines
       while the breath, drawing and letting

Marks out all the points in time
       where a move came to move
       or nothing came to much

The space accommodates all takers:
       from receptions, wakes, last suppers
       baptisms and sky burials, to yoga classes
       teas for two, AA meetings, free associations
       sack races, and talent shows

Come as you are and
       be as you were, the air here's
       been breathed by the likes of you

And knows exactly what to do

Oh Yellow, Little Fellow

It is peak birding season here on the Texas Gulf Coast, so please forgive the excessive posting of bird photos. This Prothonotary Warbler stayed with me for a good 30 minutes giving ample photo ops. At one point it was foraging so close that the telephoto couldn’t focus. You have to see this bird in person to appreciate the intensity of yellow. It is like the archetype of all yellows, uncapturable by photographic means. This is at the Snuffy Smith Memorial Bird Blind (not its real name) hidden away within the Corp Woods Nature Preserve in Galveston, TX.

Red-eyed Vireo
Worm-eating Warbler
Ruby-throated Hummingbird
Blue-gray Gnatcatcher
Black-and-white Warbler (female)

The shear cruelty of the natural world is on display here as a warbler snags a pair of mating moths.


All photos (CC-BY-SA) 2021, G. Paul Randall