Fences

Today I took a long exploratory walk. In tow, there were two onlookers, sons Terrence Jr. and Mason. We all had our cameras out of the holsters and aimed at any interesting angle or panoramic view. We covered over 3 miles in search of what nature had to offer. Unfortunately I couldn't capture the windiness of the day. The wind was in an uproar. It was awesome. However, I settled for a more anchored propped, those fences. The straight lined fences were my choice today so here we are. Sons, cameras, a hike and eager eyes for a nice pic.

Enjoy these pics this week. I am working on my photographic eye, to see things poetically and artistically. As the weeks go by, I look forward to showing you the best I got. As for those sons who were in my shadows shooting away with their cameras learn what you can from me, but more importantly develop those young eyes to the your surroundings in a unique way. I enjoyed you.

Trumpeted

Every once and a while we are fortunate to meet new, refreshing people. People who make us smile and, in this instance, make us think. Would jazz be jazz had I not known you? Would a trumpet just be a trumpet if it weren't for your persistent and unwavering determination to continue to find new ways to say the same things that we all can identify with. The black and whiteness of your decision that say I am over am not a trumpet player shows when you travel and 'she' is only a hop, skip and a jump away. In order to be great you have to be determined and that is what I see in you. A classic man of Jazz injected with a tenacious zeal to hold on to the one thing that you can love unconditionally and without fear, your horn. Excuse me, trumpet. If I am still out of line for not using her name forgive me, because know I know you love her.