Well. There you are. At a party. Everyone is milling around and moving from circle to circle. You are with a small group of friends, and Theobald walks up and begins talking. He then leaves, and Cornelia
Looky who we are. Lucky Ducks I’ll tell you. We have the privilege of living in the United States of America. As part of that, we are afforded a number of freedoms. A big number. Complain, as you will, about
Our great, great grand daddy was a Handyman. Yep, you, me and just about everybody else around today. I am talking grand OLD daddy Handyman. Before I go any further, we all know a Handyman or two. And yes, there
Emit. It is one of those words, don’t you know? I mean, it sort of sounds like one of the Muppets’ names. Emit could be a distant cousin of Bert, Ernie, or a good friend to Fonzie or Kermit. But
We all have plenty of check marks in the gratitude column. Most of the time, we don’t have to look very far to find them. Four Grandkids. Check. All visiting us at the same time, on a Saturday Night. Check.
This is Frances. This is Ollie. This is Max. I say they are my dogs. But in fact, I think, more to the point, I am their human. I don’t own them. They don’t own me. We are….well…… we ARE
Acclaimed Artist and Photographer, Aaron Siskind, once said this: “We look at the world and see what we have learned to believe is there. We have been conditioned to expect… but, as photographers, we must learn to relax our beliefs.”
On this very day of September 25th, in the year of 1888, the amazing poet and writer, T.S. Eliot was born in St. Louis, Missouri. Ten years later, to the day, the very gifted composer George Gershwin was born in
As a sidebar, before I even post the rest… I had one of you on my mind the entire time I was writing tonight. This rarely, rarely happens. Sometimes I don’t know what it all means… or if any of
…. and to this day… the mystery remains. I LOVE that statement. Whenever I read it in a book or hear it in a movie. Just the sound of it….. well…. It sends shivers up my timbers, I’ll tell you.