Tag Archive: photos

Photos and some wisdom.

Old man  wisdom I told my children. Travel, test life and have fun when you are young. I saw 40 countries and befriended many kind people. Life is to be lived. My grandfather… Continue reading

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Flowers in my garden..

1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You whispered to me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this.… Continue reading

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The best days. Beach days and ice cream. Photos.

Thank you. Johnnie

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Dear Clinton, Michigan..

Dear Clinton, Michigan.. You told me often,love wasn’t enough.The heart become too hidden with time and age.——California wasn’t enough,I called you my beautiful Jenny and I told you.California coastline is so beautiful,the Monterey… Continue reading

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Big Sur. May 2018.

Big Sur Big Sur, God’s country. Big Sur, canvas for the painter, poetry for the eyes of the beholder. Coyote

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Old Monterey and Hemingway..

Old Monterey and Hemingway.. I was looking for my friend Hemingway. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood together and we watched… Continue reading

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The wild roses… Good songs and some words.

The wild roses.. The old drunk Poet told me. Johnnie, wild roses are supported to be free and wild.Things, that are too beautiful to touch will make us yearn and need till we… Continue reading

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My California..

California.. Do you remember me?I do remember you. I am jealous of the sun,the lucky sun falls into the California sea. I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific.I loved the Winter storms,me… Continue reading

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What will I remember?

What will I remember? Days pass by. Life goes on. What will I hold on to? Family? Family? Grandparent, family? Love? Love? Friendship? War.. I believe. I will remember everything and wish for… Continue reading

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San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur..

San Francisco, Monterey and Big Sur.. The year 1992, I left the Iraq border for New Jersey. I spend three months at Fort Dix, N.J. in the Winter months. I was attached to… Continue reading

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