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.
I am a pretty big fan of a good movie. Good, being the key word in that phrase. I like a wide variety of genres too. Probably the only ones I don’t care for are the very gross and graphic
I don’t know why my brain thinks these things. But it does. And when it gets this way…. I can’t help but to speculate. To wonder. One of the things I am pondering is this. Unknown Contemporaneous Events. The thing
One day Elsa woke up, rolled out of her straw, and realized she didn’t feel like being a Dairy Cow any more. She had had enough. The early mornings. The endless milkings. The preponderance of Udder Jokes. People driving by