Category: Photography
But you know I love you…
St. Augustine, the great fifth-century theologian and philosopher argued in his treatise on “Faith in Invisible Things,”
someone does not have to be standing before our eyes for us to love them.
Where’s the guy that fills this feeder?
You must not lose faith in Humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty. – Mahatma Gandhi
This wren was doing a dance on top of the empty feeder – almost as if to say, ‘hey where is my seed?’
Never seen one of these in January…
Probably in 40’s fahrenheit last week when I saw this little guy. I was pretty amazed that he was out and about moving around in dead of winter.
So that’s my good news…
I received a letter from The funding foundation, and they gave me another grant covering all of 2022 for the Rx that costs $15,000/month with a $3000/month co-pay. That’s $36,000 a year that insurance company does not pickup but my co-pay will be ZERO with grant. So that’s my good news. I am doing fairly well under this treatment and in a holding pattern for now. However, I have pretty much lost all desire to write or photograph much of anything. So, I don’t know if that will change or just where I am now with my diagnosis. Anyway, you may see some posts from time to time but not on a regular basis.
I hope you all have a good New Year and we come to an end of pandemic by April…
Here in the North Pole…
we celebrate all week through to the New Year and we like it… All seriousness aside – this impressive display is one man’s dedication to the memory of his deceased wife who loved Christmas…
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year 2022!
Joe South – Games People Play…
Lament for Thomas MacDonagh…
‘He shall not hear the bittern cry
In the wild sky, where he is lain,
Nor voices of the sweetest birds
Above the wailing of the rain.
Nor shall he know when loud March blows
Thro’ slanting snows her fanfare shrill,
Blowing to flame the golden cup
Of many an upset daffodil.
But when the Dark Cow leaves the Moor,
And pastures poor with greedy weeds,
Perhaps he’ll hear her low at morn
Lifting her horn in pleasant meads.’
- Francis Ledwidge
Simon & Garfunkel – Old Friends / Bookends…
preserve your memories – they’re all that’s left you…
An old, old photo…
this was found in a old family photo book – I restored and made digital. I have no idea who this person was but I love this photograph. She appears to be wearing a bird or thunder-bird phoenix type pin. She hails from a much more graceful time. I feel as if I know her although we never met. How strange. Perhaps memory encoded in the genes/DNA. Probaby Circa 1900’s.
Heaven can wait or can it? 
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