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A most unusual doorway in Daydreaming on the Porch
For years I’ve taken walks at a nearby city park that is a quite an astonishing and magical place. It has towering old oaks and magnolia trees, an abundance of azaleas and camellias and floweri...
Ageless, Part 2 in Daydreaming on the Porch
(Note: This is the follow-up to a poem I wrote 22 years ago. See the previous entry for that poem) I Growing old is not something That time should allow Because we age in our bodies But not in...
Ageless, Part 1 in Daydreaming on the Porch
The following poem was written in 1999 and posted at Open Diary when I was 48. Since I’ve recently turned 70, I’ve been thinking a lot about the issues raised in this poem, composed so long ago...
Down the Rabbit Hole to visit with a Capybara in Daydreaming on the Porch
The infinite YouTube Rabbit Hole collection led me on yet another trip into the weird and wonderful world of the animal kingdom the other day, and I’m still shaking my head in disbelief. Long lon...
The end of an era in England in Daydreaming on the Porch
Prince Philip It’s a sad time for the people of the UK. The royal family’s patriarch, Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, has died at 99. One could say that was a good, long life. He was the lon...
Photo tour of gardens in Daydreaming on the Porch
There is nothing quite so beautiful as our gardens at the height of Spring bloom. Here in Charleston, an old and historic city of countless carefully tended ornamental gardens, that peak is now....
Life as pilgrimage in Daydreaming on the Porch
After a series of events in 1978 and 1979 changed the course of my life, I saw for the first time that life was actually a journey or pilgrimage, and ever since then I’ve thought of it that way. ...
Happy Easter! in Daydreaming on the Porch
This Spring had been such a beautiful time of rebirth in all of Nature as I venture out each afternoon of the pandemic to take it all in. The realities of this plague time have been softened for...
I see the slowing down cat’s crawl, worm-fired, worn-tired brave soul standing firm against rocks of ages, bearing his burden in calm, minute-by-minute defiance of the laws of time, motion, space...
This is the time of year in Charleston when I am so high on Spring beauty and Nature in all its glory that I feel like pinching myself to make sure it’s all real. The azaleas are in full bloom, ...
I could be in Daydreaming on the Porch
I could be reading about the mysteries of the universe and the secret wisdom of all ages. Instead, I’m reading about Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, and watching YouTube videos about an adorab...
A lost opportunity that maybe wasn’t lost after all in Daydreaming on the Porch
About three years ago I had an unusual experience. I won’t say it was all for nothing because it was beneficial overall, and I learned a few things about myself. Nevertheless, it was unsettling...
Happy Sidewalk Art -- Slice of Life in Daydreaming on the Porch
When I’m walking on any kind of pavement or sidewalk, I tend to look down as often as up to the sky, or straight ahead. The main reason for looking down is habit and caution, since all the side...
Give us everything you’ve got. I was about to enter the parking garage after a routine walk at the end of a workday. As I turned around, I saw two teenagers, probably around 16 or 17, each holdin...
A royal drama of Shakespearean magnitude in Daydreaming on the Porch
I debated whether to write on this subject because I’ll have to make a confession. But it’s not a bad one. Its just that the Harry and Meghan saga of late has me in its vice like no other boi...
Clouds in Daydreaming on the Porch
All my life Ive been fascinated by, and drawn to, clouds in the sky. Their infinite shapes varieties and colors, depending on atmospheric conditions and the angle of the sun in the sky, have me ...
Not all who wander are lost in Daydreaming on the Porch
I’m really ready to travel again. Its been ages cooped up in the pandemic. Fairly frequently I used to go on 200-mile round trips in my state on weekends, but now that I’m retired, I can set my ...
Happy Spring!! in Daydreaming on the Porch
Well it’s arrived! Spring is here in Charleston, and while it will be a couple more weeks before the resplendent azaleas start blooming, I saw plenty of daffodils and redbud trees in full flowe...
What is meditation? in Daydreaming on the Porch
I was recently inspired by a YouTube video to explore the subject of meditation. People are always exhorting us to take time to meditate, to practice mindfulness. This got me thinking, and led ...
The camera as instrument— or, my life in photography in Daydreaming on the Porch
The camera is an instrument that allows people to see without a camera. Dorothea Lange It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.” Henry David Thoreau I like to think of the came...
I can hardly believe Mardi Gras in New Orleans is tomorrow. I grew up in the “Crescent City,” the City That Care Forgot.” From an early age I knew it was a special place, especially each year...
“Elderly old?” I don’t think so. Not yet. in Daydreaming on the Porch
As I approach my 70th birthday, I sometimes wonder what it’s like to be old. I mean as in “elderly old” – white hair, slow reflexes, diminishing sense perceptions, pain popping up all over the p...
Painting the sky at sunset in Daydreaming on the Porch
Iwas looking at the weather data to find the time of today’s sunset, although there will be no majestic display this evening. It’s leaden gray, cold and damp out. A classic winter day. So I st...
An elegy to the old-fashioned dime store in Daydreaming on the Porch
I called them dime stores when I was a kid. The one down the street from me in a small strip shopping center was a TG&Y 5 10 & 25 cent Store. When I was 9 and had my 25 cent weekly allow...
Angelic voices uplift me in these times of peril in Daydreaming on the Porch
One thing about this seemingly endless and surreal quarantining during the pandemic for those of us over 65 such as myself, is that we are spending much more time indoors doing the things we’d or...
