any is wild

© 2011 Gary Garbett

I've always had this fascination with vintage pinball machines and electronic games. They've always seemed like such incredible pop works of art with their sign painter qualities, lettering, and graphic appeal.

I recall spending hours of my youth at various mom and pop's beer joints, watching my father play these sorts of games.  I'd sit and watch from a nearby booth or a red padded bar stool, sipping numerous Coca-Colas through a paper straw, while he dropped quarters, rolls of them, one at a time, into the inviting works of art.

dining in for breakfast

© 2011 Gary Garbett

There are mornings when a departure from my normal bran flakes, almonds, and cranberries is welcomed. Today was a perfect day for that ...and so I did.

It wasn't just breakfast, we dined on home fries with onions, salsa, green peppers, and chopped chicken breasts; eggs in a nest topped with salsa and shaved romano cheese, beautiful wedges of clementines, and endless cups of ground coffee. As always, the conversation following morning grace complemented the meal perfectly. Our home was filled with a wonderful aroma for hours.

an april cat and the february sunlight.

© 2011 Gary Garbett

He just lies in the sun for hours. Then he eats... just before resuming his warming position with the day's sunlight again.

memoir of a garden flamingo

© 2011 Gary Garbett

Making it's way through the opening in the trees, the sunlight would drape us as we stood there. Waiting. We hoped for a change of weather along with any subtle movement or gnome activity. We waited and stood silently as another cloud parted so the sun could once again warm our backs.

river city harvests

© 2011 Gary Garbett

South of the James Farmers Market, Fall 2010.

a moving still

© 2011 Gary Garbett

The blurred movement in time captures the hurried pace of a video crew on a short deadline.