Tag Archives: Old North Knoxville

Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “New Year”

House lit up for the holidays

Gentle are the hopes

Open are the promises

Lighting the New Year.

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Filed under 2020, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker

Photo finish Friday: “Night ride”

Ride into the night. /

Blur of color pedals by. /

Tour of lights and life.

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Filed under 2019, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday, Poetry by David E. Booker

Photo finish Friday (and haiku): “Spring roll”

Spring cleaning rolls out  /

the presence of memories, /

Christmas tree, and trash.

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Filed under 2018, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author

Monday haiku: “Soggy bottom”

Some days you get the /

dry sleeping bag; other days /

the bag gets soggy.

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Filed under 2018, haiku, Photo by Lauren Booker, poetry by author

Photo finish Friday: “New beginning?”

Mixed message or harbinger of things to come?

Mixed message or harbinger of things to come?

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Filed under 2017, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday

Photo finish Friday: “Holly’s”

It was a cool, rainy day down at Holly's Corner.

It was a cool, rainy day down at Holly’s Corner.

It was a cool, rainy day down at Holly’s Corner. Not quite a dark and stormy night, but close enough to encourage you to stop in something to eat and a bit of warmth. I was just about to step inside when a white car eased up tot he corner of Fulton and N. Central. I didn’t like the look of the car and I liked less the look of the person behind the wheel.

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Filed under 2015, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday

Photo finish Friday: “Bug out”

The attack of the metal-eating bugs from Mars was stopped dead in its tracks not by military firepower or industrial genius, but by rust and cold weather.

The attack of the metal-eating bugs from Mars was stopped dead in its tracks not by military firepower or industrial genius, but by rust and cold weather.

What will happen come Spring? Nobody is sure.

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Filed under 2015, Photo by author, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday