Monthly Archives: May 2018

The Window on Midnight

Posted on May 28, 2018 by journeysofabentmind

The old wooden planks burned under her feet as she flew down the length of the rickety old pier, the sun blazing down, her ponytail trailing straight out behind her in the heavy sultry air. Her one thought was to … Continue reading →

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Lightning Strike #2

Posted on May 20, 2018 by journeysofabentmind

After my remarkable experience being “discovered” on the inter-net in a search by a couple in Washington, D.C. for a wedding photographer I am a believer. Anything can happen. However, I would not have thought lightning would strike the same … Continue reading →

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Lightning Strike #1

Posted on May 19, 2018 by journeysofabentmind

The inter-net is a vast arena where all manner of things happen. Much of this is surely of someone’s conscious intent. Amazing things take place, though more of it is also pretty mundane and of little consequence in the greater … Continue reading →

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Voter-ID: A False Narrative

Posted on May 18, 2018 by journeysofabentmind

The premise behind Voter-ID laws is that there is rampant voter fraud and this measure is necessary to insure the integrity of the franchise. The reality, however, is starkly different from this narrative. Studies reveal no such runaway fraud is … Continue reading →

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The Lavender Baron

Posted on May 16, 2018 by journeysofabentmind

His parents liked his brother best. He was taller, had that dark handsome look about him, and was smarter than Hans. Manfred Von Richtofen was pursued by the best universities, graduated at the head of his class with honors, and … Continue reading →

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Camp Amache: An American Story

Posted on May 6, 2018 by journeysofabentmind

  May 4, 2018: Today I made a second annual visit to the third grade class of a dear friend in Corvallis, Christine Gough. The visit was to share my story of my family’s forced evacuation and internment in a … Continue reading →

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