By Jefferson Davis, on August 12th, 2010%
I have a gripe that perhaps some of you have as well. There are tens of thousands of groups on Flickr. Over the years, I’ve joined quite a few and contribute when I can. There is an entire segment of groups centralised around the cities in which we reside. I too think this is grand. It . . . → Read More: Group Rantings
By Jefferson Davis, on August 8th, 2010%
I wrote this wee poem back in late 2008 when things were not so grand in the land of Davis. I found it today by accident while perusing one of my backup drives. It speaks for itself, I think.
I have watched a myriad Of red and green lights . . . → Read More: Literal City
By Jefferson Davis, on July 1st, 2009%
The other night, Red and myself were in city centre observing the whacky towners. We sauntered down main street after leaving the Pub. A crowd of young women met us at the crosswalk. One of them caught my eye, as we crossed paths.
She was wearing a very tight jersey and an even tighter short leather skirt. . . . → Read More: Knee in Mouth
By Jefferson Davis, on June 21st, 2009%
Wednesday afternoon I was in city centre doing a quick walkabout to stretch my legs. As I sauntered past the white collar littered promenade at lunchtime, a crowd of suits sped past me. One of them pushed me and my camera gear up against a brick building facade.
Normally, I would have brushed him off as an . . . → Read More: A flash of broken Mirrors
By Jefferson Davis, on May 14th, 2009%
As the sound of splintering white oak limbs reverberated across the large ravine, I thought of my grandfather. If it were not for him, I wouldn’t have known what to use to shelter myself from the horrendous rainstorm that blew out of nowhere deep in the wilderness trails of Caesar’s Head State Park. I would not . . . → Read More: Thanks Gramps