Heavy, with the frame of a big man through a crowd, the storm front rolled in like horses running wild. Winds viciously slapped trees, lifting objects weak with weight into the turbulence of clotheslines dancing electric and windows rattling like angry snakes or unburied bones. Doors yielded to great pushes by forceful bold gusts … More RUSTY HINGES
I got the hope of summertime in my back pocket; a nickel worth of dreams next to a half-eaten candy bar. Fast cars and leather jackets. Long lines and chrome from clouds of mercury shimmer down the street. The waves of Monterey scrawl out on a wide sandy shore, whispering names under a … More TALKING TO SHADOWS
Street lights sign in as dusk resigns to darkness. Scattered shadows of leaves dance on midnight sidewalks. Homes sleep in silence. Dark breezes lift curtain edges, creating life from worn cloth. Porch lights dot the galaxy of streets. Picket fences keep strangers away but ghosts pass through freely. A train whistle, distant yet sharp, bleeds … More MIDNIGHT
A morning’s mad swirl in the heavens opened to an infinity blue sky. The suns hardened steel and lack of compassion spread a wide blanket of heat. Dogs sought shelter. Umbrellas create a walking shade. Dusty curtains attempted to block the incessant light. An army of sunglasses walked tormented paths. Everyone feels the growth of … More THE HEAT OF IT
A day fills the pages for night dreams. Songs settle into wide branches while lovers speak in whisper language. Night is blind to evil. The land is filled with stiff gray images. A jagged twisting wind circles over smooth faces. Silence holds the greatest of weight under an early sliver of moon. … More FOREVER GONE
The black and white photo is indifferent to color. The sharp exposure of gray shades and shadows creates the imagery of strong lines, breathing alive its characters into a vibrant stillness while crossing over and beyond the boundaries of color. Eyes reflect thirst. Hands speak of hard work and hunger. Every object is the … More MY PHOTOS
Ocean waves dissolve on the shoreline. Diamond reflections spread covering rock and sand. The waves are creative voices, a language transported, respecting time and mysteries untold. Their voices are soft, welcoming and sincere. Often we listen but fail to hear the message, the answers the recipes of common sense.
There is no poverty with adventure when pockets are full of travel. Stories of wide fields with no boundaries wait with expectations; words of surprise fill the spaces between. Morning appears drowsy until the first step, where treasures await and diners serve up fresh warm pie. Heads or tails can point the direction. Rain creates … More ONE MORE BRIDGE
A seclusion moon splits between clouds, sheading onto flat fields, fence posts and tombstones. A feather soft wind song plays the leaves. Birds cease their inflight bickering. Stars reflect around the edges of sleeping lily pads. A prevailing mist covers everything like gauze, draping over stonewalls and stiff brush topped ferns. The echo of an … More COLD HANDS
I got the hope of summertime in my back pocket; a nickel worth of dreams next to a half-eaten candy bar. Fast cars and leather jackets. Long lines and chrome from clouds of mercury shimmer down the street. The waves of Monterey scrawl out on a wide sandy shore, whispering names under a … More TALKING TO SHADOWS
Roger Singer 