Fishing Village Musings

Explore Cedar Key;
Let the mysteries unfold.
[breezes, salty-sweet]

Cedar Key Sundown

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:-:-:

Going Coastal

When the tide goes out
And the sun goes down. Sit back.
And take it all in.

CAUTION

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other stolen goods

Philadelphia,
City of brothers. Your sky
scrapers pierce my heart.

[summer is not winter]

pirates and other thieves...

don't know what he wants.

give him your fucking billfold.

[and quit complainin']

TreeCat Rescue: Jorgie's Adventure

Sam Rivers Lives On

"YAWP!" by Danny Lyons, www.lycons.com

Sam Rivers proved that you could do anything.

You could play anything. And you'd get away with it, as long as you had the deep passion and the sheer energy to back it up.

As a photographer, I embraced Sam's radical, free-jazz ethos. Sam's music provided raw inspiration and a kind of artistic shelter for a budding creative photographer.

Whenever I witnessed Sam let loose his primal and eternal "YAWP," or when his roaring saxophone would wail sublimely, I knew somehow, I was more alive than ever.

Thank you Sam. You shared it with all of us. We carry it with us and you live on.

Sam Rivers, Jazz Artist of Loft Scene, Dies at 88, New York Times

Jazz Artist Sam Rivers Dead at 88, Rolling Stone

The coffee

Roasted, sublimely,
Heated, refilled, sipped, enjoyed.
[at waffle house yo]

working the mash-up angle in the driving rain. [punch | pounce | persevere]

Jawbone

A drifting snowflake
Has no identical match.
[much like your jawbone].

In the Loft

Up off the cold ground,
Floating in the chilly air,
In the Museum.