From August 6, 2009 - Reynolda Gardens in Winston-Salem, NC

and back in the yarden on Seidenberg

Memory of the 1998 Triumph Trident 900

Between the years 1998 and 2004 I drove nothing but my 1998 Triumph Trident 900 motorcycle - In all that time I don't recall having ever taken a photograph of it - I don't know who made these photos I've posted; I've left file names the way I found them - These photos are merely for illustration as I am musing the past and desire an image.

My Triumph was solid black with deep red tank banner and gold lettering, similar to the photo above. My friend Kim called it "the whisper jet". It was, and it rode like a dream; engineered for instinct.

Feeling the years as well as aches and pains from "the accident" (pre-Trident), I sold my bike in 2004 and bought a 2004 Kia Spectra Hatchback, also known affectionately as Camp Cafe Kia and Motor Inn - As I am in Key West now I am thinking of selling the car to join the world of island scooters. Or maybe not. Shite - My mind is not yet made up. Time in Key West is time for dreaming.

Another Wrightsville Beach Sunset Memory from Carolina Yacht Club, July 2009

looking across the waterway from the porch of the C.Y.C.

these petals deserve a closer look - click on photo to enlarge - then click on again for a closer inspection.

White Frangipani in our yard

Memory of a Sunset from the Carolina Yacht Club, Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina, July 2009

I had a lovely time in Wilmington/Wrightsville Beach, thanks to Emily Bridgman -

Thanks Emily!!

Frangipani in our Key West yard

Window Shopping In Key West

Bobby Comes to Town

So good to have visit from friends Bobby and Wayne from Clearwater!

By West Martello Tower ~ Higgs Beach ~ Key West

Missing Images

I have been hiding out too long, squandering precious time. Should be wandering the island. I will do it!!

Hibiscus in the Breeze

The Nest in Key West

The eagle's nest outside and above my boudoir in Key West. A great place to gaze at the moon and the stars late at night, to ponder the wherefores and the whynots.

an exercise

Words to follow.

www.mikalogue.com website will be no more after the end of May. New posts will dwell here at blogspot.com. No charges. No Worries.


Mikalogue is back up and running. The only thing saved by Network Solutions were the images I used on the original site. They deleted the original pages. The images and the data associated with are intact. Whew.

In Key West about two weeks...

Key Westing is the Clear and Present Answer

It has been 27 days since my last post - I've been in Key West since the 20th of December... more blogging, more schlogging to come...

Money Makes the Wheels Go Round

As I sit here in a motel room in Tucson I ponder my next move. I am low on money, wondering just how far west I can make it before I have no way to pay for gas and food. It is at this point that I consider heading back to Florida, to the familiar. I won't know the answer until I pack up the car and head out of the parking lot. I have been awaiting the angel (my broad way backer) that has not come. Perhaps it is time to pack it in for a time. Allow myself time to create a way to pay my way out again. Back to the drawing board, back to the road that leads me home.

Physician, heal thyself

• It grieves me that health care has become the for-profit beast - health care in the USA is a failure; it doesn't work for us as a people - it is operating where the healing arts should not be subjected - in the world of business.
• I think it stinks that medical students (with or without trust funds) suffer the financial burden of their education. I believe that burden opens the door for their fledgling ethics to walk out and disappear into the world of hustle and dough, leaving healing behind wondering what happened to its artist.
• We're all going to die. Medicine has not yet become sophisticated enough to stop that last action. My hope is that the Medical Arts will become a revolutionary force and that healing will move to the vanguard, beyond the concerns of Profit and Loss, to fight for the dignity of the ailing patient.
• I'm a fuckin dreamer