The bigger the family the bigger the dreams to have a room of ones own. I'm the oldest of six. I didn't have a room of my own until we moved to the Fairhaven Road house when I was in sixth grade....
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.
Happiness is a warm puppy.
Aww.
Yes, there is much sadness in this broken world. Thankfully, the sadne...
Good fortune is a damnably unreliable thing to have to rely on. Lady Luck is a fickle mistress with a marked preference for the rich and powerful.
But if I can't rely on fortune, who or what can I...
Out my window is a world calling me to get myself outside and be part of it.
And now I need to go scan some negatives, so that's all for this evening.
G'night.
About 20 seconds at f/16 as I reme...
To proclaim, "I have a dream!" so close on the heels of Martin Luther King Day would seem not unlike trampling on holy ground. It's already been said, in words more powerful than I could muster.
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Bruce asked me if I would officiate at Shirlee's memorial service. A big ask, I replied, but my privilege.
(For those who don't know, the advanced degree that led me into my almost thirty-year c...
My bedroom on Norcrest Drive had a five foot (or so) Cat in the Hat bouncing on a ball on the wall with cake and fish and rake. Mom painted it, having painstakingly done the linework from little b...
Some folks insist that real love is strictly a matter of the heart. Unfortunately, our passions are remarkably fickle and unreliable. So is love that knows only the heart.
Some folks insist that...
Shirlee died this morning. The two months she thought she had left turned out to be only a week.
The photo is from November 2012 during her three-year reprieve from the pancreatic cancer that spa...
I love to sing and listen to music, to eat tasty food and smell the aroma. I love the look and feel of my wife's face.
But I'm a black and white photographer, already. What do the five sense hav...
