Hardshot: Even Tombstones Die

Stones: Even Tombstones Die

Some are white but most are grey
From time or lack of care.
Appearance means so little
Since no one visits there.

Some were grand but none withstand
Quiet time that tiptoes by
And leaves behind this epitaph:
Even tombstones die.
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Louisville's Eastern Cemetery, born as an act of philanthropy in 1848, was closed by the attorney general 140 years later after decades of overburial and neglect. Now its only enduring monument is the love and affection of those who try to maintain it.

Hardshot: A Poor Old Wise Man

A poor old wise man saved his town
But his name's not written down
Since history books will never name us
Unless we are already famous.

Highshot: Fame

Fame

Fame
Fame is like the favoured gull that soars above the sand
Master of the wind and sky, condemned to never land.

Luckyshot: Lady Luck

Lady Luck

The Face of Luck

Lady Luck has rosy cheeks that glow like Hell's own embers.

Yet the happy face of Luck is one no one remembers.

For if Luck had a pretty face that we remembered well.

When we looked upon it, we'd turn and run like Hell.

Hipshot: Believing Your Eyes

A Sand Mandala for World Peace
designed and created by Tibetan Monk Yeshi Palden who made the mandala at Louisville, 2008

The wheel of truth has many spokes
Some red, some blue, some green.
As the wheel begins to roll
Each spoke is clearly seen.

But as the wheel rolls faster yet
The spokes pass out if sight
And the many colored wheel of truth
Appears as solid white.

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Entitled "Prayer for World Peace"; designed and created by Tibetan monk Yeshi Palden who traveled from New York to Louisville to make the sand painting at Zen Garden. Completed April 13, 2008.

Luckyshot: Lost Dog

A Lucky Dog
photo by Margaret, age 8

Ad for A Lost Dog

Walks on three legs, blind in one eye, tail cut short. Answers to the name "Lucky."

Freeshot: The Story of the Broken Mirror

Unhappy with her appearance, the angry woman broke the mirror into a thousand pieces. Looking at the results of her tirade, she saw the image she detested multiplied a thousand times over.