Category Archives: City Seen

Temporary Plates

“Um…no.  I don’t want that.” He makes a brief, burbling sound singing somewhere between guffaw and gag and rakes a manicured hand through lacquered curls.  She freezes a moment, then turns away, drawing herself up, lengthening her tan neck, cocking

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Temporary Plates

“Um…no.  I don’t want that.” He makes a brief, burbling sound singing somewhere between guffaw and gag and rakes a manicured hand through lacquered curls.  She freezes a moment, then turns away, drawing herself up, lengthening her tan neck, cocking

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Metering Empty

“Hey!  HEY!  I was just dropping a package.  Hey, come on! Don’t do that!” A once cut jaw softened by sun furrowed, gluttony drawn skin juts from a five-day shadow, bobbling jauntily over a dark leather jacket hugging broad shoulders.

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Metering Empty

“Hey!  HEY!  I was just dropping a package.  Hey, come on! Don’t do that!” A once cut jaw softened by sun furrowed, gluttony drawn skin juts from a five-day shadow, bobbling jauntily over a dark leather jacket hugging broad shoulders.

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The Walking Deep: WWWP5k Challenge

So, it looks like I’m doing this. Oh boy. It’s a little colder out here than weather.com broadcast.  Which is weird.  It’s almost always warmer than that bland black number in its matter of fact white box.  Perhaps because we’re

The Walking Deep: WWWP5k Challenge

So, it looks like I’m doing this. Oh boy. It’s a little colder out here than weather.com broadcast.  Which is weird.  It’s almost always warmer than that bland black number in its matter of fact white box.  Perhaps because we’re

Wait for the Light

He is always on that corner in daylight, lounging on a great, high-backed cement bench, surrounded by copper plaques green with time, by granite lions heads with ferocious snarls made melancholy in decades, cars and pedestrians bustling by in carefree

Wait for the Light

He is always on that corner in daylight, lounging on a great, high-backed cement bench, surrounded by copper plaques green with time, by granite lions heads with ferocious snarls made melancholy in decades, cars and pedestrians bustling by in carefree