Tom Mazur
mazebuffalo.bsky.social
Tom Mazur
@mazebuffalo.bsky.social
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Retired, husband, father, voter, dog walker, writer, photographer, pastoral care volunteer (all denominations) nam vet, storyteller and blessed with a sense of humor. and yes, we have a couple of cats that mostly ignore me.
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the many levels of fabricated sin..
oh hester prynne, pray for us
making your way on a new day
When I was in high school we used to ask,did you suck cock today, and when they asked, what did you say ....you would say, is it hot today. Silly stuff, but I loved playing around with language
Here's one for you at a different vantage point
he was a young dead poet
what kind of brush did you use
In essence, a picture does tell a story. So in a sense, when we remember the dead & we pray for the repose of their souls, in a sense we are acting as an intermediary into a speedy and smooth entry into another pleasant realm. Hey gatekeeper, Joe was really a nice guy, he may have forgotten the good
I have this brass tin jam-packed with prayer cards from visiting the dead at their wakes. Today is All Souls day as per the Catholic calendar. We take a little time out to remember those who went before us. In the Gospel of Luke Jesus raised a widow's son from the dead. Both had no names. Unknown.
the thought behind this was the blur behind it
we went to church this evening to remember the dead. if you wished you could have a candle lit & during the offertory the attendants placed the candle in front of the altar & then they read off the names. It was in the church where I was baptized in '47. The list was long & the acoustics were a toil
Made by a man named Al who gave up alcohol... and he did it right.
same route daily...and yes, I did shoot this a while ago from a block away. Gotta mix it up. This may call for a beer.
we'll split the difference
this has a nice fall feel to it
when you need an eye opener
cousin Sam and on a short leash
at camp during the monsoons (Pleiku '68) a few of us sat in a bunker and smoked a joint. One of the guys asked if anybody had anything to eat & I remembered a box of peanut butter that my mother had sent (what was she thinking) that I should have thrown out. that night, it turned into a delicacy.
the mood in the stadium after their favorite player strikes out
it's quiet tonight but I dare not plop down on my favorite chair in my favorite corner in the sun porch. It's Halloween and for the next two hours I will be doing front door duty. I see people across the street. Trick or treat...enjoy.