Dad, Stedpad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Writer, editor, photographer and Tech/Internet nerd. Internationally published in multiple languages. I spend my days writing for others and my "spare" time creating for myself.
A Wedding Toast from the Father of the Bride
One of my daughter's lifelong curses is having a dad who thinks he's a writer. That being the case, when the first hint of her (second) wedding came up, the old fart had to start writing a toast to be given on the day. As it turned out, they eloped, with only a couple of friends in attendance, so I never really got to recite it. Some people's kids!
I rarely write much about my photos, because I prefer to let them speak for themselves. I'm making an exception for this one because it holds very special meaning for me and I'd like to pass on what it taught me – and how - to anyone that may take the time to read this.
As a writer with an old-school education, I try to employ the elements of good poetry - when I can remember them. This short example below was originally published on another site as a challenge to myself, strictly for fun.
An Ode to Spatchcocked Chicken
(This one is best read with your best Vincent Price voice impression) O' spatchcocked chicken, so divine Deprived of breastbone, tail and spine,
I forget too often to look up. The night And the spectacle revealed as the light fades Still fill me with childlike wonder.