Showing posts from June, 2017


The rippled and rippling reflection pool under the portal bridge to Point State Park in Pittsburgh, which is itself under a bridge.  Or two.




The election was almost seven months ago. The inauguration was over five months ago. While I herein have no beef with the system which allowed these events to occur, and acknowledge the sanctity of the process of a peaceable exchange of leadership in our country, I just can't use the word President before his name. It seems surreal. Like a bad joke. Like a betrayal of the office of President of the United States. While mine wouldn't be the first, last, or worst betrayal of the office, it is mine with which I wrestle.