the shed of electrofried

The cutter comes late morning. Swathing wave of corn-kissed sun trembling a mile long outside our window. Glassy stares and the bloo...

It moves, it shimmers, it burns away the early morning clouds to etch the sky cobalt. I've been up at crack of dawn, camera in hand, p...

church is not bricks and mortar, though it's built on a firm foundation church is not systems and processes, though beauty is to ...

As I tap away at the trusty Victrola in Sunday's early morning light I reflect on the events of the week, and in particular yet another ...