The Old Man with the Shotgun
The Old Man with the Shotgun The year is 1982 and it is a spring day in Reykjavik, Iceland. In front of my house there is a one story retail store building, that used to have a small supermarket, and a fish merchant. They had closed their stores because a small mall center nearby had […]
CONTEMPLATIONS
CONTEMPLATIONS Saturday mornings I wake up early, before everybody else. I have peace and quiet to brew good coffee and sit down to think, read and write. To contemplate. About where I am, in life, in my expectations to myself, in the context of the everything in the world and in the spiritual realm. I […]
RHAPSODY IN BLUE
RHAPSODY IN BLUE You enticed me rightly as a teenager lured me to you with a jazz expression high pitch melody dancing on it’s own like a storytellers prologue to a tale told by a Gershwin orchestra, boldly, the music describes to me a journey through an Allegro of busy city streets the cars honking […]
Saturn Day Morning
Saturn Day Morning The day is ripped open by another arduous hike the elevation is steep thousand meters upward my circular blood system will pump and puff oxygen will demand entry to my lungs domain my body and legs will keep up with ambition but the view will match my expectation and the effort will […]
BARBEQUE
BARBEQUE The art of putting fire to meat and turning a raw muscle to food, is a pleasure in itself. The smell of wood or coal, conjures up an ancient anticipation of a hunters feast from my subconscious memory, buried deep in the oversoul. Steaks of beef or lamb, chicken, wild game, vegetables and paprikas, […]
DAILY NEWS
DAILY NEWS I always dread the cannon fire of today’s news they drown out my joy with their hateful clues on how everything is wrong on our way to hell for they want us afraid with the stories they tell A.G. Munson
Graceful Women
Graceful Women There is something so alluring and majestic about women with distant feminine grace in mood, movement and overall demeanor. They are hypnotizing and steal your focus, it is odd how this seems close to witchcraft for one admires first, then one falls in love. A.G. Munson