There is verity in high fidelity. Now is then. Here is there. Memory is certainty for the time it takes to play a record.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
Lay a blanket over the clover. Rest your head upon my shoulder. Escape between the pages while the world around us rages.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
Follow the signs on the road to bliss. They are easy to miss.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
The writing is on the wall.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
When he is older he will tell of the wedding with brocades of bouquets and the rings engraved, "I do, every day."
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
For as long as misery loves company, the old familiar chorues will play, the circle remain unbroken. Forever folk.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Mark E. Jones.
Free to be you from Freak Street to Main Street.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
I see the farm outside my window. I see the fields hewn from the forest by man, beast and machine. I see a hundred years to the hills and back.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
Their countenance fixed and gloved hands steady, firefighters answer a solemn call.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
Circus Pachyderm Pulls Poles For Peanuts
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
A rose rises from its bush and stretches its stem above the window frame to be seen.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
Geese veer across a spectral sky in primal flight and formation while we crane at the sight and sound of a fleeting season.
A church is but people of common faith who worship where they are welcome.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
Tomatoes, picked in the garden and set to bathe on the windowsill, taste of sweet summer sunshine.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
Yes sir, those are half-pints of chocolate milk. Dairy farmers get thirsty, too.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
This way, that way, looking at you, looking at me: it all depends upon the frame of reference.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
About this time we relent to the child inside, wide-eyed with wonder while awaiting the day. Merry Christmas.
A photograph by Clark Van Orden and words by Jerry Lynott
