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A train leaving el paso texas at 5:58 pm on thursday

The sky was a overcast in el paso, texas.  The station in el paso was rustic (churchlike building) like many of the stations in southwestern texas.  I recommend the new orleans to los angeles route - brilliant dusty towns.

Jellyfish at night

THE MISSION, SAN DIEGO DE ALCALA at 11:23 AM on a tuesday

Our silences San Diego by Rivelino at 12:33 PM on saturday

Three Amigos in Ensenada, Baja California, Mexico at 4:01pm on Sunday (with fat man in blue shirt at end)

The guy in the middle looks like robert duval (and the fat guy in blue shirt at end really gives the photo some humour).

amish mother and child on a train to california on a thursday at 6 45 pm

It's difficult to photograph this religious group - so i couldn't use flash and didn't get the preferred exposure.  Still, I like the image of girl looking at the snow from the train. Also, the mother's profile (she was very switched on to the presence of my camera - and if you look closely you can see she is looking at me peripherally).  This is outside of Alpine, Texas.  It's elevated there  - so it snows a bit.  This was a snowy day!

Sailor kissing girl, san diego at 2:43PM on a Friday

hotel hall at 11 50 pm on a monday in houston

a couple in a bar in houston on main street at 5 34 pm on monday

Chevron Building, Houston at 12:02PM on Monday

Girl in a yellow dress (poem published in DM du Jour magazine) Also, published in Danse Macabre-click on link at bottom.

 I saw you yesterday in a yellow dress,

the color of high dosage diazepam, through the

rain streaked window of a familiar bar, as I walked by,

somewhere in the city,

and I could swear you saw me, then turned away -

like that moment when a bird decides

not to eat from your hand.  I had not seen you since

graduation, but I thought you should know this:

I hit harder in schoolyard fights when

you were watching (and you did watch!).

I tackled harder in rugby matches when you

were watching.

I ran faster in races when you

were watching.

There is an August beach photograph of you and me,

in our 19th year, tumbling hair,  greedy as seagulls.

Maybe you’ve just been all the wild in me.

Some pictures don't come down easy from the wall.

It's been years of small victories and large defeats and

drinks poured, 3 cars, 2 dogs, expired drivers licenses,

landlords, mortgages, and 15 Christmases.

Are you happy as you thought you would be?

I’m just lying here, writing you this email on

these hard springs.  So let’s meet at that bar, tomorrow.  Yes?

Don’t worry.  All is well here,

but

there is Something Coming towards me

across the floor.  Oh, it’s  just a rolling bottle of wine,

this

time.

There is a place in me that is never filled.

And this is where I am likely to be found.

If you can find this Place - Do Come In

Tony Walton is a Caribbean writer living in the Cayman Islands. His works have appeared in Storyteller Magazine, Moonkind Press, Whisperings Magazine, Mountain Tales Press, Out of Our Magazine, Poetry Bay Magazine, Burningword Magazine, Wilde Magazine, Nite Writers Literary International Literary Journal, Avalon Literary Review, Iceland Daily, East Lit Literary Magazine, Boston Poetry Magazine, Eunoia Magazine, Olentangy Review, Carnival Literary Magazine, Verity LA, Phantom Kangaroo, Tincture Journal, Star 82 Review, Seltzerzine, Literature Today and Morphorg Magazine.

Read more of Tony’s poetry in DM 88 ~ Audacieux éternal athttp://www.dansemacabreonline.com

harbour in grand cayman, cayman islands at 4:01PM on a monday

an abandoned bar overlooking the ocean in the cayman islands at 2:34PM on a Sunday

I do quite alot of landscape photos, which I like - but this kind of stuff catches the eye more.