jclegge

Machesney Park, United States

I am a mechanical engineer by education and profession working nearly 25 years in the machine tool industry. I got into the world of...

Thank you for spending some of your valuable time to view these humble photographs. As an amateur, it is amazing the number of people who have pause to view the images posted here. These pictures are glimpses of my small world, and the odd things that catch my eye. Please take a moment and leave some feedback. It is always good to hear what others think and feel about these images.

Thank you again for stopping – peace be with you.

My images do not belong to the public domain. All images are copyrighted ©jclegge.

They are not to be published, reproduced, modified, transferred and/or used in any way or in any part thereof without my written permission.

-thank you
  • Joined: February 2012

Journal

The Pain Carries On

The veil of the stiff upper lip, / Disappears over time. / Friends so supportive at first, / Fade away – consumed by their lives. / And time doesn’t heal all wounds, / But lays them bare. / Memories pull at the scabs, / Revealing how raw, / And how deep the wounds run. / A voice, / A song, / A place, / All suddenly become daggers. / How strong I try to be. / Suddenly in the quiet, cold of nig…
Posted over 2 years – Leave a comment

"Why do you love me?"

“Why do you love me?” / “I do not know?” / “How do you love me?” / “With all my heart.” / “What do you love of me?” / “All of you.” / “Show me your love?” / “I am here….” / jclegge
Posted almost 3 years – Leave a comment

The Walk from the Widget King

“Walk with me,” the old Widget King sternly said to the young engineer. It was a beautiful summer’s evening, one which wasn’t neither too cool, nor too hot, with a soft breeze rustling the leaves of the tree line street. Decorative iron streetlights cast their glow along the sidewalk the as two men strolled. / “You are on a very dangerous course, young man, and I think you need to know why thin…
Posted about 3 years – Leave a comment

A Summer's Morning

This morning / The sky was a deep blue with whisks of white clouds. / The air was neither too warm or too cool, and a soft breeze blew just enough to rustle the leaves of the tree. / That morning, / The breeze softly rustled the curtain of the bedroom window, and song birds sang in the yard. / It was the first day of summer break and there was no school bus to catch, no cares in the world. / T…
Posted over 3 years – Leave a comment

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