I walked by this monument and thought about the Colonists who hid and guarded their stockpile of arms from British soldiers.
Colonel Leslie’s retreat from the Old North Bridge is a testament to the unity and strength of the early Salem resistance.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
What I love is to be seated with the regulars and to pop into their world.
Once there, I take a circumspect look, step back, and see how easy it is to be fooled by fools.
Written by Edward Roads
Do you see thriving greens and flourishing, vibrant color that helps make a weed feel like it belongs?
Do you see commonplace greens amongst tedious weeds that seem to mock the mundane flowers?
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
I managed to get to my feet by reaching out for, then bracing myself against, that same wall.
Still dazed, I reluctantly closed my eyes and quietly took a deep breath.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 18)
Written by Edward Roads
Watching the Red Sox I found myself wondering what it’s like to sit in the front row.
The best I’ve managed is row 20, which is somewhere between cool and a $5 hot dog.
Written by Edward Roads
With a leech on his back and a boot full of water, the Vietnam soldier moves forward.
What he may not realize is this means a more safe tomorrow for all of us.
Written by Edward Roads
At the bottom, where the staircase meets the floor, I double-stepped and fell forward.
Laying on my back, after deflecting off the wall, I realized there was no longer any light.
(Side story began at Mytwosentences 12).
Written by Edward Roads
Do you glance into the windows of your community hoping for a glimpse of a better life?
Before coveting…do you think other people perceive your reality for what it actually is?
Written by Edward Roads
I noticed a basic but obviously well constructed wall.
I found myself wondering if its detailed simplicity was the result of pride or compensation.
Written by Edward Roads
I took a fresh look at the unending spread of nuts & bolts that lay underneath the step by step instructions for my latest project.
Moments later, I strolled up to the white towel I had thrown earlier and threw it again.
Written by Edward Roads
During days without balance, listening to Big Band & Swing seems to focus my mind on the positive.
Poised with a soul full of jazz, I can look at a cloud filled sky and actually see the sun.
Written by Edward Roads
Half asleep and in bare feet, I descended the rug covered stairs with a thumping heart in my chest.
A dusty 40 watt failed to provide enough of a path to the baffling noise that woke me up in the first place.
Written by Edward Roads
The stronger gray branches hold the twining capillary offshoots that house buds ready to effloresce into spring.
I make it a point to gain a sense of this euphoric moment in nature during the bleak midwinter.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Selections vary quite frequently, although recently it has been nooks and crannies, soft boiled egg, fresh strawberries and black coffee.
A more complete breakfast has certainly made a significant difference in my approach to the challenges of each day.
Written by Edward Roads
The tiny weathered woman was out with her rusty grocery cart performing the daily chore.
She purposefully made her way about the neighborhood gathering plastic and aluminum, nickel vouchers.
Written by Edward Roads
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