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Friday, May 29, 2009

Thursday, May 28, 2009


Misty Mornings are a treat. Any Photographer - amature or pro - will look for inspiration while others sleep. They will look where others find no interest. They will capture a moment that needs no words to inform the viewer.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009


Beauty and Order usually come with simplicity. But industrial mass function can also be seen as beautiful if you look for it as it serves humanity.

Monday, May 25, 2009


It's early morning on Gimlet Road and this Memorial Day will be reflective and healing. We've not lost a lot of our family to war, but the idea that a nation of Christians choose killing over all other options so often is a real sticking point with me. Just how do you justify killing innocents along with the targeted and justify it to your God? I guess I feel there hasn't been a justified war in my lifetime.

Thursday, May 21, 2009


Art lives in the out of way places, like the deep recesses of our minds. Sing for joy because it's there. Just stop and look!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


There is so much to see from afar. Sometimes you have to move away from your center to see how it fits in the world.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Friday, May 15, 2009


We haven't had a lot of sunshine here in Lincoln County, Tennessee the past few weeks so we have to get out there and enjoy it when we can.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Tuesday, May 12, 2009


Last week I mentioned my Great Granmother's house that is now at the Conner Prairie Museum. Here is a picture of it about 60 years ago when it was just outside of Cicero, Indiana. As you can see it has no porch on the side and it was well lived in. The kids are my mother's cousins Fay and Ray. The trees are cedars. Not a great picture, but if you compare the two you can see that some folks like to remember how things were and other like to paint them into a dream world.

Monday, May 11, 2009


Becareful with automation! In an effort to scan one of Dad's slides from his tour of Japan (taken over 60 years ago)I used a dust removing program. While some of you may think she is the perfect wife, I asure you she really does have a mouth. The "ICE" program thought it was dust.

Thursday, May 07, 2009


Symbols are things that stands for or suggests something else by reason of relationship, association, convention, or accidental but not intentional resemblance. So much of every religion is symbolic because there is nothing concrete to hang any item of reason upon it. Here is a picture I took a few years ago in which someone is trying very hard to stress the nature of his god's love. His god on the other hand kills relatives to win bets and punish his favorites, saves a child and lets hundreds of adults die in the same disaster - sometimes, and sends blood thirsty bears to kill mischievously mocking children. I could go on but the point here is people are in denial about nature and the supernatural. Only one truly exists and the other is a blanket explanation - all be it a very poor one - for the mysteries of life we so want explained but don't have the patience to wait for true discovery via reason and science.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009


How do things get so confused? This house was my Great Grandparents’ house on my Mother's side – the Cunningham’s. When I visited it, it was on a farm just outside of Cicero, Indiana. It is now at the Conner Prairie Museum which bills itself as is the nation's finest outdoor living history museum. The museum is located in Fishers, Indiana. grounds in that State. It was preserved because it use to be owned by a well know family, the Zimmerman’s, but I never knew of them except my Mother's sister married a Zimmerman, but he was adopted and I only saw his adopted parents once in my life and they where rather old to be parents. The house was white with only the front porch, no side porch and the indention in the back is where the back door was and it lead into the kitchen. I would stay there in the summer as my parents did what ever it is they did when they dropped me off with family. I fondly remember watching Captain Kangaroo and once planted a lollypop stick just off the concrete pad out the back kitchen door because he said it would grow into a lollypop tree. That ended up ranking up there with Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny as reasons to distrust all adults. I remember my Great Grandma Cunningham fondly. Grandpa Cunningham died when I was very young and there is little to base an emotional memory on although I do have visual images in my head.

I understand this house is now the museum restaurant. INteresting since that was the house our family always gather in when we all came home to visit. I've never visited this place but who knows, someday, maybe.

Tuesday, May 05, 2009


Reflection can bring back some unusual memories like a visit to a German Castel when I was pre-school age and my life as a bat boy for the local post little league was on the rise.

Monday, May 04, 2009


I heard a strange thing said on the radio this morning. It was just a glimpse of the whole article but it struck me as odd because it suggest we think like this:

. . . we take for granted the dying leaf fears the fall . . .

I never even considered the fears of a leaf in all my life. Am I that different from other active minds?