Chairs

Timeless

Bits & Pieces

The large debris piles are gone. Slabs where homes once stood are all that remain. And bits of pieces of homes, like this ceramic tile.

Mallow in Mississippi

It looks like a hibiscus but it is a seashore mallow.

Dreams of Sailing

Graffiti at the Beach

Dead Fall

Turf War

Frisky

Independence Day

The flag of the United States is not only a symbol of freedom. It is also a symbol of strength and resolve. After Hurricane Katrina struck the Mississippi Gulf Coast, the flag was up along the Mississippi Gulf Coast. Below are some shots that I took in various Mississippi cities. We have shown strength and resolve and the rebuilding is at a frenetic pace now.

D'Iberville Mississippi, October 2005


Biloxi Mississippi, October 2005


Gulfport Mississippi, December 2005


Long Beach Mississippi, January 2006


Bay St Louis, Mississippi, June 2006


The flag, in the midst of the debris and smashed houses, was a bright spot of hope. And it remains a symbol of hope to us in Mississippi. It also a symbol of hope to millions of oppressed around the world. Long may she wave.

Sail Away

Halcyon Day

Pretty Halcyon Days


How pleasant to sit on the beach,
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun,
With ocean galore within reach,
And nothing at all to be done!
No letters to answer,
No bills to be burned,
No work to be shirked,
No cash to be earned,
It is pleasant to sit on the beach
With nothing at all to be done!

How pleasant to look at the ocean,
Democratic and damp; indiscriminate;
It fills me with noble emotion
To think I am able to swim in it.
To lave in the wave,
Majestic and chilly,
Tomorrow I crave;
But today it is silly.
It is pleasant to look at the ocean;
Tomorrow, perhaps, I shall swim in it.

How pleasant to gaze at the sailors
As their sailboats they manfully sail
With the vigor of vikings and whalers
In the days of the vikings and whale.
They sport on the brink
Of the shad and the shark;
If it’s windy, they sink;
If it isn’t, they park.
It is pleasant to gaze at the sailors,
To gaze without having to sail.

How pleasant the salt anesthetic
Of the air and the sand and the sun;
Leave the earth to the strong and athletic,
And the sea to adventure upon.
But the sun and the sand
No contractor can copy;
We lie in the land
Of the lotus and poppy;
We vegetate, calm and aesthetic,
On the beach, on the sand, in the sun.

Ogden Nash