My 48HrMag Submissions

DISTRACTION.

A light.
Gleams.
Disappears.
Back to words.
Eraser gone.
Box.
Empty.
Run.
Sneakers.
&?%*!
shoelaces.
slam.
$#%!
mud.
gone. again.
BANG
echos.
silence.


sweat

pounding down the court,
scoring,
panting back to defense,
stealing,
passing,
yet through the midst of the chaos you come,
slowly but surely,
easing down my nose,
plopping on my upper lip,
to the chin,
then slide to the floor,
below,
only to explode in a shower of drops,
a splatter
relinquishing my concentration,
to the
game.

Run

On a sandy beach somewhere in Rhode Island, I spotted a nice, photo-worthy pattern in the sand. Kneeling down, shooting a couple of shots, a dog began to race up to me. Quickly, I snapped the photo you see now. [On Nikon D40]

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