Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Fav Passage in my WIP

SEEker 5 ... in process

Roger didn’t look at me as though I bedded his girlfriend. If he didn’t think that, why did Amelia? The lack of trust burned a whole new hole in my gut. Shrink-lady’s suggestion that there was probably a lot more going on than that, didn’t help.
Why is everything so complicated? Why wasn’t it enough that we loved each other? Maybe there’s no such thing as love. Maybe what we consider love is just a chemical reaction that constantly needs the perfect combination of inputs to maintain the molecular kinetics.
Love couldn’t be anything more than a specific alignment of synapses, electrical stimuli fooling our brain that we have more skin in life than we actually do.
I lack a lot of synaptic pathways.

A Few Snatches of Florida

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. (So, you SEEker fans, do you find my dude lit different from what you usually read?)

Ha. I really got involved applying filters here.

What it looked like for real.

Trees all in a line

This beauty settled right in front of me

Me being arty--love that golden background

Egret hiding in the mangroves

Monday, December 5, 2016

The Florida Savanna

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. (Have you visited my web site?)

Against the glare of the rising sun.


Not so close

Leaning adolescent 

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Early Morning Hike - Windy Sawgrass Trail

Greetings from the Hermit Writer.

Our Southern Spanish Moss

Sonny peaking through the oak


Along the trail taken

The grassy trail not taken

Saturday, December 3, 2016

Friday, December 2, 2016

Super Moon on the Beach

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. (The first shot below was selected for Explore in flickr. That's really cool.)

So the night all the previous sunset shots were taken, was the evening of the super moon. I remembered to look east, and took a few shots...just because, well, it was a Super moon.

Really didn't look all that different.

But I love the moon on any night. Doesn't even have to be full.

And if you know me, I love clouds, too.

And critters.

I won't say I love clouds more, but they are special, huh?

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Happy Birthday, Sweet Molly

Sweet, sweet Molly is sixteen this month. She's struggling, but we are there smoothing the bumps in the road for her, and will continue to smother her with love.

And this Flippin' Happens EVERY Night

Greetings from the Hermit Writer. (Ya like ghost stories? I wrote a good one.)

There she goes.

And goes.

Gone :(