Wood and Pixels Narratives -A photo blog encouraging the art of prose

A Nice Surprise!

2012-01-29T15:26:00.004-06:00

I had wanted a picture of the Trinity Methodist Cathedral for quite some time. Several times I tried and the doors were always locked. Earlier this week I tried the doors and they opened in a slow wide swing. I stepped into the vestibule and there was a painter inside the hallway. I asked if I could take pictures in the cathedral area and he said sure...just watch where you step. I thought that was a strange response and then I stepped into the main worship area.

I was shocked at what I saw! A complete makeover of the inside of the large church. I felt as though I was gazing upon a huge archeological dig with the draperies and tools and scaffoldings.

I wanted pictures of the old cathedral but what I got was a glimpse at the future of the old building and what a view it was!

Dan

Birthing Season....

2012-01-24T06:00:00.000-06:00

Each spring I visit a nearby Amish community. I took this last spring during the "birthing season". During this time of year each gravel or dirt road you follow yields mares and their foals. This is a time of growth for nature and the Amish depend heavily on a productive spring. Not only for the early gardens which dot the countryside but their livestock as well. It seems that the Percherons know that come spring....the family gets larger and the cycles of new birth and rebirth continue.

Gratefully, it is almost February....with the end of February in the midwest, sights, scents and sounds of spring begin to blossom.

Dan

2012-01-23T07:00:00.000-06:00

It gives me comfort on the cold dreary days of winter to look back on those days this summer past and feel the warm breeze coming off the river and the sun trying to penetrate the trees during the "golden hour" ...that time just before the sun sets and it's rays casting a golden light as it shown through the humid August atmosphere.

Dan

Among the favorites

2012-01-13T14:47:00.003-06:00

Stopped in my favorite coffee house yesterday. Penny-lane is often an oasis when I am out taking pictures and I stop in for an expresso. Serendipity visited me while I was there. Just to my back is a double bookshelf with all types of reading material. The seat was still warm...low 20's outside. On the side table near the window was some reading material that the last patron had left behind. would say this person was searching....Beatles, Bible and Einstein...covers it all!

Dan

When was the last time you went to the barber?

2012-01-11T11:40:00.003-06:00

I mean....the barber...really the barber? Has the local barber shop met the same fate as shoe repair shops, TV and VCR repair shops, sock hops, madres plaid, penny loafers and 60 minute photo?

This local barber hopes not. He still operates a very busy barber shop in a small community near where I live. His shop is an oasis of stability and changelessness. Step outside and you hear the noise, see calendars that say January - 2012 and smell the stacks of newspapers from the recycling plant. Inside however there is the floral scent of Irish Rose hair dressing and the sound of a straight razor slapping against a leather strap. In the racks you see "Bass Fisherman", "Car and Driver" and even an occasional "Playboy".

I have to admit it has been years...decades...since I walked into a barber shop but I am glad for people like the proprietor of this shop who have the courage and pride of ownership to remain open.

Dan

One's imagination fills in the blanks

2012-01-09T16:00:00.000-06:00

Often a photograph fails to provide the full picture. To me an incomplete image lets the viewer complete the picture. The completed image will be different for each person but indeed each completed image will be the correct one....for you.

If the camera were pointed over the shoulders of the onlookers towards the object of their attention, there would be nothing for the viewer to participate in. I see skepticism, approval, humor, inquiry, even a sense of mentorship. Whatever the object of attention, for sure these onlookers have the experience and skills to judge for themselves.

Dan

Are there rainbows with snow?

2012-01-09T06:00:00.000-06:00

Today during one of those brief passing snowbursts the sun broke through. When this happens with spring rains, I always look to the east or west for a rainbow. Sadly, I don't think there are rainbows with the snow. I can always hope for spring.

Dan

New Year...Chance to begin again

2012-01-07T13:15:00.003-06:00

With the coming of the new year, we all have the chance to begin again. As a new day begins, there is always the hope that today will be better than yesterday. Sometimes it is...sometimes it isn't. But it is the hope of what could be that keeps me going. On balance....the outcome of our new days is a step in the right direction. When those dark days appear on the horizon, hang on a bit longer for a new dawn is just around the corner.

Dan

Merry Christmas to all!

2011-12-23T10:23:00.005-06:00

Here is hoping the season is everything you hoped it would be - children, loved ones, a conversation with one who you have not seen in years, that special connection in a quiet corner of the room, surprise in the eyes of a child's first Christmas, a chance to spend time at the home place after being away, that first meeting after the return from Iraq, and remembrance of the reason for this time of year.

To all of my blog friends who have been missing from my life as of late....folks from Vermont, Sweden, France, New England, Arizona (or traveling ), Minnesota, Oregon, writers, photographers, dreamers and those who have the intuition and talents I lack....I miss you and have a Very Merry Christmas and the hope of a truly New Year full of hope and wonders.

Dan, Karen, Zach and Scooter

So Little Remains of a Life Lived Full

2011-08-09T15:50:00.004-05:00

Whenever I see an abandoned cabin or old house...there is always a thought that occurs to me...So little remains of a life lived full.

My father passed away a little over a month and half ago. For the past two weeks I have been dealing with the things that he left behind. Moving his furniture, going through his personal effects and cleaning his apartment. As I put the key in the lock for the last time, I surveyed the empty space once so full of my dad's voice, his laughter, his stories, his advice, his wisdom...now gone - forever. Again even more clearly than ever before I had that same thought...So little remains of a life lived full.

I cried, shut and locked the door and left with a sense of numbness and abandonment.

Dan

Beautiful and Dangerous

2011-07-30T06:00:00.000-05:00

How can something this simple and beautiful ....99 percent water...be so complex and dangerous?

Immediate First Aid Advice:

Box jellyfish
(Carybdea alata):

1. Douse or spray the sting liberally with vinegar.

2. Pluck off any visible tentacles carefully - try not to use your fingers, use your fins, a towel, etc. instead to brush them away.

3. For severe pain, try applying a hot pack. If heat makes the sting feel worse, try applying a cold pack or ice to the sting.

4. Get medical help for severe reactions.IMMEDIATE MEDICAL ATTENTION MAY BE REQUIRED as their stinging may bring aboutanaphylactic shock.

Jellyfish are any planktonic marine member of a group of invertebrate animals composed of about 200 described species of the class Scyphozoa(phylum Cnidaria) or of the class Cubozoa, which was formerly considered an order of Scyphozoa. The term, jellyfish, is also often used in referring to certain other cnidarians that have a medusoid (saucer- or bell-shaped) body form, such as hydromedusae, the siphonophores (including even thePortuguese man-of-war which technically is not a jellyfish but a pelagic colonial hydroid or hydrozoan), as well as unrelated forms such as salps and comb jellies.

Seventy of the 200 species of jellyfish are known to sting - causing a range of reactions in humans: from mild skin irritation to death. The sting of the sea wasp, Chironex fleckeri, is so toxic that it can cause death. Some even call this creature the "deadliest animal on earth."

Free-swimming Scyphozoan medusae jellyfish occur in all oceans and include the commonly familiar disk shaped animals that are often found floating along the shoreline. The bodies of most range in diameter from about 1 to 16 inches (2 to 40 centimeters); however, some species are considerably larger with diameters of up to 6 1/2 feet (2 meters). The bulk of the Scyphozoan medusae jellyfish consists of almost ninety-nine percent water as a result of the composition of the jelly that forms the bulk in nearly all species.
Like their close relatives, sea anemones and corals, jellyfish have no head, no heart and no skeleton. Jellyfish don't have brains - because their bodies are organized differently from ours. Most animals we encounter have what's called bilateral - or two-sided - symmetry. They have a head end and a tail end. In the head end, they have a concentration of nerve cells -- where these cells are complex, we call it a brain.
The box jellyfish, Tripedalia cystophora, a cubozoan, is a bizarre, highly poisonous predator . "These are fantastic creatures with 24 eyes, four parallel brains and 60 arseholes," says Dan Nilsson, a vision expert from the University of Lund in Sweden. (Source: New Scientist, 8 November 2003, p. 34)

Dan

Tail of the Dragon

2011-07-28T06:00:00.001-05:00

318 hairpin curves in 11 miles winding through one of the most beautiful part of the Smoky Mountain range on the North Carolina boarder.

These 318 curves are known as the Tail of the Dragon and each year thousands of national and international bikers take a pilgrimage here. One of the most sought after 11 miles in the biker kingdom. We weren't on bikes but what a treat we had maneuvering the curves, dodging the motorcycles and stopping along the way to see the bikes approach these curves at almost a horizontal pitch...knees touching the pavement as they blurred by.

The image above is a stopping point along the way. The lake below finally arrives and the road finishes out along the lake.

Dan

J U X T A P O S I T I O N

2011-07-26T06:11:00.000-05:00

Our Trail Friend

2011-07-24T06:06:00.001-05:00

We were on the Porter Trail near the Greenbriar entrance to the National park.

At different points along the way, our friend would make his presence known. At first he would follow along keeping his distance off in the wooded area following the stream. As time went on, he finally jumped to the path and sometimes ahead of us and sometimes behind...went on the hike with us. We would stop and he would stop....when we began again...so would he.

Finally at the crest of a hill...he stood facing us and as we slowly approached almost face to face he seemed to want to see us up close as much as we wanted to see him! He stopped long enough for the quick click of a shutter and then off into the forest.....

We didn't see him again but he will always be with us in our memory when we return to Porter's trail.

Dan

Roots

2011-07-22T06:03:00.001-05:00

On a hike, we came across a maze of roots from the nearby growth on display. It is amazing that the undergrowth can survive with the roots exposed in this manner. The smokies are drenched each morning with moisture and humidity so I suppose this is where they get their nourishment.
Dan

I left my wife.......

2011-07-20T05:57:00.002-05:00

Yes I did leave my wife....for a day of photography! We have been in the Smokies for the last 2 weeks at a cabin without cell phones and internet connectivity. One day Karen wanted a day in the cabin for herself and I took the chance to get out with my camera and search for closeups of bears. Something my wife would not allow me to do...at least get this close to bears. She .... probably rightly so...does not want me to get too close to the bears but I just couldn't help myself.

Dan

Faces...do they express or mask inner feelings?

2011-07-18T06:00:00.003-05:00

I would love to be able to definitively state "express" or "hide" but I think the truth is neither...or both.

I've met people who have surprised me on both accounts. The gentle faced, smooth skinned, piercing blue eyed individual who draws one to them only to later lash out with acidic criticisms or speak only to feed their ego. On the other hand I have met those who on first glance, one would not approach them for fear of their life only to find out later that their clothes or hair, their yellowed smile or eyes always diverted from yours was due to circumstances beyond their control. That which they did control...their heart was as big and open as the good samaritan.

Some have the knack and intuition to discern a life upon the first meeting....a gift I do not have.

Dan

Predator

2011-07-16T06:00:00.002-05:00

At first I was ecstatic!

Just off of our patio we have a seed cage for woodpeckers. I passed by the door and out of the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of something large...almost disorienting, something unusual.

I found myself face to face (about 5 feet distance) from a hawk. I always have my camera by the back door for occasions like this. I had seen him flying high above or gliding on the thermals but never...never this close!

After he left, the ecstasy faded to dread. I googled "What do hawks eat"....small birds are their favorite "plat du jour". The seed block is next to the hummingbird feeder where I take the pictures of hummingbirds....birds that return each Spring to greet me and assure me that "Spring has sprung".

Now I need to google "How do you get rid of a hawk"!

Dan

....In his name

2011-07-14T06:00:00.004-05:00

Incense hung in the air as it moved from the central aisle of the old cathedral. Only the occasional click clack of a heel echoed against the cold stone walls. All eyes from the cracked oil paintings that adorned the side vestibule seemed to be focused on her.

Hers was a very private request...a request only known to her and her God. I moved to another part of the cavernous church...when I returned to grab my tripod...she was gone. My hope is that she connected and found her answer.

Dan

Cleared for landing...Runway 3

2011-07-12T06:00:00.001-05:00

I am told hummingbirds mate for life.

If so, the same couple have returned to visit as they did last year and the year before. The fellow with it's back to us is the male (iconic red patch on it's neck) and the Mrs. is about to land....no doubt with orders for the day! Or perhaps Mr. has spent too much time at the local watering hole and it lis time to go home.

Dan

Enchanted ...old friend

2011-07-10T06:00:00.003-05:00

Headed out to see an old friend......

We will be spending some time in the Smokies...for me it is like re-uniting with an old friend. From about the age of 5 up through our entire married life the Smokies have been our place of refuge when renewal is needed.

We shy away from the noise of the tourists to "secret" hidden pieces of heaven still left undone by the millions of feet that walk the hikes each year. Yes...there are still places like that left although each year get harder and harder to find.

Dan

Tending the fire

2011-07-08T06:00:00.004-05:00

Taken at a working farm in Southwestern Missouri.

Each Autumn, the farm celebrates it's German Heritage and recreates the daily life of early German immigrants who settled this area in the early 19th century. After having arrived, one is transported at least for the day back to life on an early farm...quite different than our farms of the day.

The air is filled with the earthen smells of fire-pits and musky leaves that had begun to fall. Everything about this life was natural...from the soap made of burnt fireplace ashes to the leather harness used for the horses at the sorghum mill. No internet here...communication was by the neighborly word of mouth. News from the outside world was delivered daily by the stagecoach drivers during their brief stopovers at the inn a few miles away.

Dan

House on 1st Street

2011-07-06T06:00:00.002-05:00

Pick your small town in Vermont, California, Alabama or Minnesota.

There will be a similar house on First Street. In so many small towns dotted across the country, houses were built at the turn of the century hoping for the promise of a bright future. Families were raised, children took over when they came of age and the parents returned to the homestead as old age approached. It was all about family and taking care of their own...a forgotten art in today's America.

There is something to be said of strong family ties.

Dan

Celebrate the 4th

2011-07-04T06:00:00.003-05:00

In the states, the 4th of July is always anticipated as a family event with fireworks and celebration of our country's birthday.

At a revolutionary war re-enactment I visited this spring our nation's history came alive. Just as the 4th and children go together, so did the re-enactment and children as well.

During a British March, the spontaneity of a child stole the moment. She broke through the line and ran to hug her dad. It was hard to tell if the crowd cheered for the beautiful sound of the bagpipes or the little girl...I think it was for the spontaneity of youth.

In another part of the grounds, I watched as the ox keeper told how the oxen pulled the wagons that transported the troops and arms to battle as a young wide eyed child listened with a laser focus.

Then there was the apprentice who was learning the tools of the trade with his older counterparts as they pulled the canon into place.

Have a great 4th of July and as always....eat a hot dog for me!

Dan

Passing Time

2011-07-01T06:00:00.003-05:00

With the onset of July....the dog days have set in.

On days like today, I often think of other Seasons...a time of cooler crisp air moving across the heartland. The leaves were at their peak in New Harmony but it wasn't the foliage that caught my attention...it was the interaction between the visitor and the cat.

Dogs and cats often bring a smile to one's face when they come onto the scene. The lady sat stoically for quite a while on the bench...with no interaction to her surroundings. The cat sauntered up, purred and brushed her leg again and again in a crazy eight fashion. Immediately, the visitor, shaken from her trance began to smile as if she wanted to show the world what she had found.

Dan

Days End

2011-06-29T06:00:00.002-05:00

Weeks of storms and deluges.

Finally, an entire day passed without threatening thunder. It wasn't until day's end that mother nature gave us a storm that we had grown so accustomed to over the course of the Spring Season.

We didn't need the rain...the thunder...the lightening. I shouldn't complain however because the storm passed in time for a glorious sunset and it left behind the clean crisp smell of freshly worked spring fields and honeysuckle.

Dan

Workhorses...Pillars of Strength and Pride

2011-06-27T06:00:00.001-05:00

Summer and county fairs go hand in hand in the Midwest.

At most of the county fairs in this area....on a given Friday night...the sound of diesels and cheering crowds watching the black smoke billowing out of the chrome plated stacks are part of the truck pull midwest landscape.

On a recent visit to a large Amish settlement not far from where I live, I witnessed a truly unique event. The Amish version of the Truck Pull. Since the Amish do not use gasoline or electrically powered equipment, the pulling was proudly done by huge Belgian and Percheron workhorses....workhorses that were bred for this purpose. There were still cheering crowds but without the black rolling diesel smoke. the noise of the diesels was replaced by air rushing from flared nostrils and the shining chrome plated exhaust pipes took a back seat to the bright silver plated well worn leather harnesses.

Dan

Blues...The Bassman's life story

2011-06-25T06:00:00.001-05:00

There are certain people that cross your path that fit so well into the part they play in the human drama.

Dustin Hoffman as Rainman, Clint Eastwood as the lonely old man in Gran Torino, DeNiro as a mobster, Caroll O'Connor as Archie...it is as if they were destined for the part. Recently, I was at an outdoor concert and was mesmerized by the Bassman in the band. Heavily slanted towards the Blues...the Bassman put his whole heart and soul into the performance. It was as if, the Blues they were playing was his life story...he was one of those that in any other role would seem out of place.

Dan

Chincoteague

2011-06-23T06:00:00.000-05:00

Chincoteague lies off the far eastern coast and outer banks of Virginia. This area is dotted with small...some remote islands that depend on the water taxi. He is their connection to the world outside of their door...just beyond the dock and the Atlantic horizon.

The time I spent there flooded me with the memories of the daily existence. The salty taste on my skin from ocean spray, the texture and smell of fresh caught oysters and visions of wild ponies with herons resting on their backs as they grazed among the interior wetlands.

For a Midwest land locked boy like me...it was a world unlike any I had seen before. But what a wonderful world it was.

Dan

The Caretaker

2011-06-21T06:00:00.001-05:00

The massive sycamore has been there far longer than the late nineteenth century house it protects.

It has served over the years as it's caretaker. Helping cool the house in it's shade during decades of dog day afternoons....donated it's dead limbs as firewood to warm the children's bedrooms in the dead of winter....lending a sturdy horizontal branch for the tire swing and has always proudly displayed it's bright yellows and oranges in the Autumn.

It has outlived countless generations that made the house their home...never complaining...always there Just there.

Dan

If one could bottle the innocence and joy of youth....

2011-06-19T06:00:00.000-05:00

Remember the smell of grass right after it had been cut on a summer's day...the games you would invent with just a rope or a broomstick? Remember the chance to stay outside and play even though the sun has long since set. Remember the total lack of skepticism and amazement you felt when you saw a magic trick?

I hope each of you have a chance to relive some of those feelings....feelings that may have become so alien to you at some point this summer.

Dan

Alone

2011-06-17T06:00:00.001-05:00

Normally a coffeehouse is quiet conversation, mellow jazz or acoustic folk...perhaps a good book or just "being there" with a close friend.

On this particular summer evening, she was the only person in the shop...no music, no hushed conversations echoing from the corners of the room as usual. The only sound was the occasional rush of air from the air conditioner. I am always curious as to the whys or wherefores but on this night I didn't disturb her other than the "thank you" for her permission to take her picture...and her return of an ever so slight smile as I left.

Dan

My Dad...

2011-06-15T15:15:00.004-05:00

Whenever I post images, I always try to post a variety of subjects so hopefully you can find one that is of interest to you. Please indulge me a bit image space today for a personal post.

If you look at last Wednesday's post, it is of an elderly man that prompted me to remember family. I had set it up to post ahead of time and last Wednesday it came up on the blog. Little did I know that on the next morning, my Dad would pass away.

I fully realize that you may think that you did not know him...but I would guess that you actually did. During our lives, we have met someone who by chance or by way of a brief, passing introduction left an imprint on our minds. You can't put your finger on it but something about that person....a magnetism, a kind act, a sincere interest in your life or a meeting of the eyes as you passed by that you wanted to be able to spend more time with that person. That was my Dad.

A sense of humor the size of Texas...not a comedienne type of humor, not a "I have to be the center of attention" type of humor but a natural belly laughing presence when he was near.

I was blessed to have him as my mentor, my close friend, my hero for 62 of his 87 years. .....I'll miss you Dad...........

Dan

Stars were Aligned....

2011-06-14T06:00:00.000-05:00

From my last post of Chicago to a perfect evening in San Diego. It was one of those rare times when the stars were aligned. They don't occur all that often. You have had them though. For no apparent reason the evening begins just as any other but you soon find yourself in that perfect spot, that perfect small Italian restaurant with a couple of very close friends and the night was memorable on so many levels.

When I was working at my old job, I often made the trip from the Midwest to the east or west coast. This night I found myself in southern California at just the right time and right place. Even though it was officially work...at the same time it was officially wonderful.

Dan

Chicago at its best

2011-06-12T06:00:00.001-05:00

I love Chicago. And Chicago is at its best at night. You can feel the energy in the air...I can't really put my finger on it but it is a different feeling than New York City at night. This was taken on a hot summer evening a few years ago when my son and I stopped off for the night on our way through for a Canada fishing trip. We enjoyed the pizza and the blues at the House of Blues. Quite a memorable night for the both of us.

Dan

Start of Summer means Waxing the Ride

2011-06-10T06:00:00.001-05:00

As you guys know, I hold a fascination for porches and old cars! Since it is summer, I had to post a couple of car images. If you look at the lower left hand corner of the blue and copper car, you can see me taking the picture! Hope everyone has a great Summer and don't forget to wax the car!

Dan

The connection of family

2011-06-08T06:00:00.000-05:00

Recently I took pictures at a benefit fund raiser for Melanoma awareness. I knew some of the band members and I noticed that my friend in the band spoke to this gentleman several times during the day. I became aware that this was his dad.

Some of us are lucky enough to still have our parents with us and others regardless of the lack of physical presence even though they may have passed on...we humans have the ability to visit them even in our memories. Just the mention of the two words "dad"..."mom" often invokes instant emotion.

This summer if your parent or parents are still with you...make sure they know how much they are appreciated.

Dan

Bitter winds replaced by sun's warmth

2011-06-06T06:00:00.001-05:00

The image of the buffalo was taken on the same day, a short distance from a picture posted earlier last week.

In the Alaskan spring the marshlands become alive again...not only with desires for survival but with a celebration of the season's passing as well. Even the native wildlife acknowledges the debut of their two months in the warmth of the short Alaskan summer.

Dan

Snowy Day in the Old City

2011-06-04T06:00:00.000-05:00

Since I didn't blog this winter, I thought I would post a winter scene from time to time...images that were taken this past season.

The old part of the city holds an atmosphere that is locked in the 19th century. I like to visit it especially during the snowy days of winter. For me it harkens back to a time when things weren't as hectic and city dwellers actually spoke to each other face to face instead of tweeting. A time when what one said had consequences..good or bad...unlike a sterile comment of 140 characters.

Dan

Daphne's search for a spouse!

2011-06-02T06:00:00.000-05:00

Widowed two years ago, her husband "Bennie" had to be put down due to age related issues. In Evansville we all miss him but Daphne still seems to grieve. They had been together for decades at our zoo. Hopefully, she will meet someone soon...thanks to the zoo search committee. I will update you once the news has been received.

Dan

Alaska Awakening

2011-05-31T06:00:00.001-05:00

As June approaches so does the life cycle of Alaska after winter's onslaught. Fields begin to take on the greens of the short Summer and birds return .... many return to breed and insure an unbroken chain of life for generations to come.

During my stay in Seward a few years ago, the marshland between Anchorage and Resurrection bay to the south provided an unlimited view and reminder of the ancient beauty of this northernmost state.

I must return here for a stay during the winter season.

Dan

It's Memorial Day!

2011-05-30T06:00:00.000-05:00

Whether it is in so many one stoplight towns across this country or Naval Fleet Week in the Big Apple....folks are spending time with their families - dads on the grill...kids at the zoo...moms preparing for the Summer that has officially (not by the calendar) begun. I hope you and yours have a great time together today and the Summer has finally begun! Happy Memorial Day and to those outside the US...join us and have a hot dog today.

Dan

The Plight of the Midwest

2011-05-29T06:00:00.001-05:00

During the Great Depression the dust bowl in the Plains and Midwest ravaged the livelihoods of so many families...at least as the dry winds blew and the topsoil of the barren fields disappeared, the houses and barns remained...providing a starting point for the families once the crisis passed.

This Spring in those same areas has not been so kind...the houses...homes...barns...communities in Tuscaloosa, Joplin and other towns no longer exist. No starting point...no point of anchor for families as they emerged from their basements to survey the damage and stood in their living room only to look directly at the sky above them where once a ceiling sheltered the family. And these were the lucky ones...so many never survived the fury of the F5.

As this torturous season moves into a lazy Summer let's keep those families in our prayers and help them in any way we can.

Dan

Springtime Chores for the Amish

2011-05-27T15:30:00.000-05:00

The peaceful communities of Cannelton and Montgomery hidden in southern Indiana become very busy places each Spring. There is the early plowing and planting of both the fields and the pristine vegetable gardens, the frequent visits among the families...catching up after the long winter and caring for the new births of the Belgian and Percheron foals...foals that will grow into productive members of the Amish community.

I spoke to the gentleman on the plow as his 8 horse team turned to head down the next furrow. He plows 40 acres with his team of Belgians. Even with 8 horsepower, he told me that he must let his horses rest for a brief period after pulling the length of the field before beginning to break the next section.

He told me that this large Amish community has been established in Southern Indiana since the 1700's. His ancestors immigrated here from Canada after they relocated originally from Germany. History has literally stood still for these families aside from the modern necessities such as the rubber tires on the plow. But the traditions of the Amish culture remain in tact and still form the fabric of the patchwork quilt covering the rolling hills of their beloved farms.

Dan

School's Out...I'm back!

2011-05-27T14:32:00.000-05:00

I have missed you guys. Hopefully with the semester over now, I can begin to post some images again and reconnect with everyone. I will probably not be posting everyday but as much as time permits. Since I have been out of the loop since Christmas, I may post some winter pictures from time to time even though it is not THANKFULLY SPRING!

I will also be checking in with you guys again on your blogs to catch up.

Dan

Memories Hope Children Reflection Christmas

2010-12-22T09:05:00.003-06:00

Christmastime brings hope for the the coming year, joy to children and children at heart and a time for reflection of seasons past. Sometimes in the midst of the preparations and anticipation of Christmas Morning we forget that this Season also carries with it pain for some...lost loved ones, health issues or financial worries that don't disappear simply because it is Christmas.

It is my hope that on Christmas morning each may find a bit of hope...the first glance of that light at the end of the tunnel and the security of knowing that our past loved ones are here with us.

For the children of all the followers of the blog...I hope you find that specially wrapped gift under the tree from Santa, for the children at heart....it is my hope you find peace and renewal. For the elderly...know that your time on this earth is cherished by all that surround you and may the birthday we celebrate be a reminder of the ultimate promise of a second chance given to all of us.

Merry Christmas to all and thanks for your friendship and kindness you have shown me over the last two years.

(By the way...Santa in the last picture may be someone you know...perhaps the person writing this post!)

Dan, Karen, Zach and Scooter

Thanksgivings Past and Present

2010-11-23T09:00:00.000-06:00

Hi Folks!

With Thanksgiving approaching, I had to jump on and wish everyone a safe and happy Thanksgiving. Since it has been one month since my last post some of you may pick this up after the holidays (probably not checking everyday)...if so I hope it went well for you and your family.

My earliest memories of Thanksgivings past are ones of snow covered fields and early morning wake up calls. For a child of 7 or 8...it was a big deal to get up at 5 am with Dad and go hunting. Even though I don't hunt anymore, those Thanksgivings are etched in my memory like they were yesterday and very good memories they are.

All of us have our own Thanksgiving experiences and memories...I hope this one is everything you want it to be and you have a chance to connect with family and friends.

On a personal note, I still have to just periodically post due to having to be in 300 places at once! I will get back to my beloved blog world as soon as I can...I miss you guys and thanks for checking in.

Happy Thanksgiving,

Dan

Sitting on a parkbench like bookends....

2010-10-22T14:57:00.003-05:00

The end of a season always brings reflection.

Just a month ago, the path was swept clean by the wind of thunderstorms. Green leaves still clung tight to their branches and the bench served it's many visitors well. It held the dogs on their leashes as the walkers took a break and rested...reflected...on their dreams - albeit daydreams of a life outside of their livelihoods. Often in the late afternoons, the bench welcomed it's daily visitor...an elderly gentleman who had a special connection to the children of the area...he was an anchor to children who may not have had other adults to count on but they could always count on him. God willing, he will return next May to claim his afternoon vantage point again. Now only the fading ghosts of Summer remain...the voices and laughter...lizards basking in the shafts of sunlight...even the birds of Summer have left for warmer days down south.

Recently, a man I knew was ripped from the fabric of life unexpectedly by way of a freak accident. I didn't know him well...only a passing acquaintance walking past him now and then on paths such as this. One day here...the next...gone. When I saw this bench once the center of so much attention now empty...I was reminded of that gentleman...mid 40's. How fleeting life really is. A poem I once read spoke of each day lived is one less to you have on this earth...I would rather think of it as given to me as one more day on this earth.

I hope you live this weekend to the fullest...taking advantage of each day and thankful for the time we have been given.

Dan

I have been out of the loop!

2010-10-15T07:16:00.004-05:00

I was abducted by an alien mother ship while researching a lost tribe in New Guinea....ummm...While on a safari in the deep heart of Africa I approached the shore of Lake Titicaca only to find a life and death struggle between a water buffalo and and an alligator. While attempting to break up the scuffle the alligator severed my right femoral artery and I was rushed into life and death surgery.....uummm...I was preparing food for a local soup kitchen and when I opened a large can of french cut green beans...I severed my right ring finger on the lid and had to have it re attached....I sequestered myself in my studio in order to finish my latest Broadway script since the deadline was fast approaching.....uummm...I won the Power ball lottery and had to go underground for a couple of weeks until my lawyer and I worked out the details on how to distribute the funds to the followers of the blog in a fair manor.

I have always had a difficult time lying...it shows on my face (if you could see it now)...I can't even tell a small white lie without the entire world knowing what I am up to! The truth is that I reached CRITICAL MASS! I hit a brick wall.

After 691 post over 2 years not missing a single day...the time allotted to me in the 24 hours cycle just ran out. I won't bore you with all the things going on in my life but I think of it as the surface tension of water in a glass full of water. Fill up a glass to the top and look across the edge as you add one drop at a time...the water begins to ever so slightly rise above the edge of the glass in an arc...finally that one final drop hits the surface of the water...that drop that breaks the delicate surface tension and the glass finally overflows. I was the glass and that final small drop of water finally hit.

Nothing serious....I just ran out of time. I have no intentions of closing down my blog. Over the last two years I have met so many great people on line and you have been so supportive of the blog and I so much appreciate it. I am just going to have to spread my posts out for a while and not post every day. When the time crunch eases...and it will...I will get back to posting every day. So please bear with me and check in every so often if you would to keep the fires burning. Thanks for all of your kind inquiries both on the blog and by email...I really appreciate it.

Thanks for the understanding and have a great weekend,

Dan (in need of a day with more hours)

Full of books and no one to read them....

2010-09-30T06:00:00.000-05:00

Yesterday I posted a Starbucks on campus where I am taking French classes this semester. After a conversation with myself...I left to study at the library. Upon passing by I stopped to look in the windows and noticed what seemed to be an empty room.

It occurred to me that libraries are probably falling prey to the electronic age. These magnificent edifices are a testament to times past. I could have every book in this building on my laptop to browse when I wanted...probably even my Kindle. The easy route is a few clicks of a mouse and I'm there.

In the coming decades however...students will miss the smell of old books and the tactile sensation of opening up an Edgar Allen Poe original publication and running their fingers across pages that Poe probably touched himself. The new information age is wonderful but it lacks the sensual pleasures of "being there".

Dan

Reflection or Conversation?

2010-09-29T08:22:00.002-05:00

A coffee shop is often a chance for one on one conversation with your best friend away from the swirling world outside. No distractions...just conversation. There are also times when late at night I end up in a coffee house by myself that I find myself reflecting on an internal conversation. The atmosphere of a good coffee house lends itself to both conversation and refelction.

Dan

The Gathering at day's end....

2010-09-26T20:29:00.002-05:00

Each year on the first evening of the Revolutionary War re-enactment twilight means the gathering on the commons of Grouseland. The home of of William Henry Harrison...first governor of the Indiana territory and the 9th President of the United States.

We are drawn each year by the aroma of the wood cooking fires and beautiful sight of the Harrison Homeplace. On the attached commons under the sprawling Oaks and Maples is the feast for the evening. A place for good cheer, discussion of the days events in character and to watch the Governor's Ball. The minuets and waltzes in costume complete the always perfect day.

As I saw this picture again, I am reminded of the last light of evening on the commons and the end of Summer. Last week officially began Autumn by the calendar. The warm summer evenings under the Oaks and Maples will have to again wait until next year.

Dan

Our Favorites

2010-09-25T11:08:00.003-05:00

We humans have the unique ability to craft tools to make up for our shortcomings. A nail can't be driven with our fist so we developed a hammer...when we peel a potato (at least me!) with a knife, much of the potato is lost to carving too deep so someone crafted a potato peeler. No matter what our lot in life...we have our own favorite tools to help us out.

An artist...a painter must create images on a blank slate. Certain brushes create the illusion of long swirling leaves of grass while others softly shade the yellow sunlight. Paddles may create the cleaved edges of rough rocks while a sponge may serve up the foam of a wave breaking on the beach. With these tools artists invite us into their world...often times worlds much different from our own.

This weekend when you step into the kitchen or the garage or the storage building or your car...take a minute to look around at the things we have gathered to make our life easier...more productive..more fulfilling. You may also find some "tools" that at first glance were thought to be helpful but in time have complicated our lives and made them more mundane. Discard those ...but keep your favorites.

Have a great weekend,

Dan

White Hot....

2010-09-22T06:00:00.000-05:00

Middle of July and the Midwest Summer was at it's peak...dry, crusty earth encroached where the bright green and lime of Spring once flourished.

The grit of the concrete bleached white from the unyielding heat felt like a bread stone fresh out of the oven. Everything was black with shadow or white in the unprotected glare. The pillars along the walkway cast perfect ink lines onto the sidewalk and the shaded wall. The only distinguishing features were the dim track mounted lights that were useless now but would serve their purpose in a few hours as the sun set to my back and over my right shoulder. All then would fade to a welcomed cool black...black as night.

Dan

A Delicate Touch

2010-09-21T06:00:00.000-05:00

It is one thing to be able to mold a vase from a mound of clay turning on a wheel...it is another to be able to recreate a rose.

I marveled at this...though yet unfinished...vase with the rose accents. I can't imagine the intricate molding and light touch it must have taken to be able to craft the petals so delicate. I only wish I could have seen it once finished...in my mind eye it is a beautiful work of art.

Dan

Cotton

2010-09-20T06:00:00.001-05:00

I watched a weaver weave
From Cotton to dye to thread
The transformation, hard to believe
The weaver wove a quilt for the bed

Being a novice and just an observer to this craft/art, it always amazes me how the final product is so different from how it began.

Dan

An Artist's Humor

2010-09-19T06:00:00.002-05:00

I don't know if this artist was making a statement: The horns juxtaposed on the lovable face or if he was just expressing his sense of humor but either way...this is one of those faces that I can't stop looking at.

The fountain above would certainly be a motivator of conversation if it were in a garden pond. I spoke to the artist and he is first and foremost a puppeteer. When viewing his sculptures...you can see the puppeteer and his whimsical humor shining through.

Have a great Sunday!

Dan

In about 3 weeks or so....

2010-09-18T06:00:00.000-05:00

Soon this tranquil lake will sport the reflections fiery reds and explosive yellows as Autumn peaks in the Midwest. Still clinging to the greens of Summer the surrounding grounds will undergo a makeover that will top anything the best plastic surgeon could accomplish.

Waiting.

Dan

Circles

2010-09-17T06:00:00.001-05:00

Yesterday and today I seem to be focused on circles. As I stumbled across this picture taken a year ago it struck me how many circles or ovals are in the picture. I counted somewhere between 30 and 40 circles/ovals.

I think I am becoming OCD!

Dan

Wagon Wheels

2010-09-16T06:00:00.001-05:00

Seeing this old wagon wheel in a yard recently made me question the reason why? Even though I love old wagon wheels and if I had one...I would display it in my yard as well because they hold so much history...what roads they traveled, how long ago, what the wagon looked like etc....but I wonder if in the 22nd century if residents will display old Perellis or Michelins in their yard???

What is the attraction of wood over rubber?

Dan

Back to School at any age....

2010-09-15T06:00:00.000-05:00

For decades each September...I never lost that "back to school" feeling in my bones. Each Fall semester...I felt a tugging a pulling back to the campus. Well this year...I gave into those feelings. I am back in school. Taking as much French as I can...upper level courses...french film class, french club...I am trying to immerse myself as much as I can in the culture and language as I can. After 40 years of not using the language...it leaves you. It is up there somewhere but in a fog bank! Gradually, step by step the fog is clearing and the grammar rules and vocabulary are coming back. I need to take a comprehensive test in January in order to get my teaching license...meanwhile I am substitute teaching in French. Wish me luck...at my age I need all the help I can get!

Dan

Vantage point from an isolated inlet

2010-09-14T06:00:00.000-05:00

The chair told me that this was at one time a place for viewing. Hidden in a small cove with a narrow passageway to the larger part of the lake was this isolated small dock.

Although it has seen it's better days...at one time I am sure it was the site for peaceful evenings and the location was one of solitude and reflection. Nature has now begun to take back it's vantage point. We borrow from Nature for a short time but she reclaims her property sooner or later.

Dan

Clearing of the fog

2010-09-13T06:00:00.000-05:00

This weekend, a friend of mine went out of town and asked me to check on his dog while he was gone. The morning brought heavy fog. As I was leaving his house the fog began to lift and I saw ahead of me the glorious early fall colors and the diffused light at the end of the lane.

I think the colors are due to a lack of rain in this area for two months and not the changing of the leaves...a bit too early for that yet here in the Midwest...but this is a harbinger of what is to come over the next two months...I am looking forward to the most beautiful season of the year.

Dan

It's Sunday...Have a wild time!

2010-09-12T06:00:00.004-05:00

I came across this picture yesterday that was taken in 2006 while I was rafting the Colorado river just outside of Aspen Colorado. I think the mustache and the look of fright in anticipation of what was up ahead of us gives me away!

What a ride it was. I had whitewater rafted the Colorado once before but it wasn't in the Spring with fast running rapids as it was on this day. If you ever have the chance ...don't pass it up...you will want to do it over and over again.

Have a great Sunday!

Dan

In Remembrance...

2010-09-11T06:00:00.002-05:00

I am re posting a photo uploaded last year in remembrance of the horrific day on a crystal clear bright morning 9 years ago. The picture was taken in December of 2001. I was in New Jersey just across the Hudson at this vantage point, attending a training class for the company I worked for on that fatal day in September of 2001. The trauma of that day is burned into my memory and will never be forgotten. However, this photograph was taken a mere three months later on a return visit to see ground zero. As we know by now, it has taken 9 years to return to the New York City that we knew then. But by December of 2001, the lights were on, the limos and taxis were booked, the hustle and bustle had returned and the resilience of New Yorkers was a testament to the heroes on that day. I am in love with the city and am so proud of the locals and how they returned to rebuild. Thank you New York and Godspeed.

Dan

First to Depart

2010-09-10T06:00:00.000-05:00

In the late Spring I posted a picture of a hummingbird and titled it "First to Arrive". She was the first Hummingbird to visit or revisit us this year. They tell me that pairs mate for life and often return to the same feeding area each Spring at the end of their long migration north. That is always a glorious day when the first sighting of our humming birds arrive.

With Summer now on the wane...the male above has not been seen for a few days and I fear that he has begun to ready himself for the trip South...I think he is the "First to Depart". Bon Voyage mon ami...until next Spring. As the Summer progresses...the trust always grows and by the end of the Season I can get much closer to them. This was taken without a telephoto unlike the photos taken in the Spring.

Thanks for the photos my friend and see you next year...safe travels to South America.

Dan

The Old Cathedral

2010-09-09T06:00:00.000-05:00

Vincennes is a small community about 1 hour north of where I live.

It is the oldest city in Indiana and also has the oldest church in Indiana. The church was built during the founding days of Indiana as a State. As you look at the 4 large pillars near the altar area...they are constructed of 4 huge poplar tree trunks encased in plaster. These were the days of virgin forests and old growth timber in the Midwest. These types of forests are no longer in existence here.

Also unique about the church is the Last Supper Sculpture. In the full picture of the interior if you look just under the alter...you will see the Last Supper sculpture...very unique and very beautiful. Within these walls, native Indians, Revolutionary War and Civil War soldiers and frontiersmen have worshiped. When you walk through the heavy wooden doors...you can feel the history that has taken place in this area.

Dan

My Shop Assistant

2010-09-08T06:00:00.000-05:00

With the guitar project...I have been spending a lot more time in the shop lately.

Even though we are now empty nesters...I would normally be in the shop by myself but with Scooter I always have a faithful assistant. Whenever I am in the shop...she is right there with me...her in one corner and me the other. I walk outside and just utter the word "shop" and she is more than happy to be my assistant. Her special place is under the desk in one corner. She is happy to wait there for me with her frog.

My constant companion is now 8 years old and often it weighs on my mind that she may only have a few years left...I will really miss her when she has moved on.

Dan

The Reunion

2010-09-07T06:00:00.001-05:00

Two weeks ago, me and my college roommates got together back at Purdue for a reunion that was long overdue. The house above is where one of my roommates live and has lived there all his life...as a matter of fact, his grandfather built the house in the 1800's. He is now the third generation living on the 200 acres which has become an oasis among golf courses, parks and other encroachments that have surrounded him and the 200 acres.

Over the years as stories go...I began to question some of the crazier things we did and wondered if they had been embellished as time went by. As we sat long into the early morning hours amidst a few beers and great music...we recounted the stories and the vast majority were in fact true! They had the same versions of our escapades as I had told. Like the time I was thrown in a trunk and made the trip from Purdue to the university of Cincinnati...about 250 miles... tied up like a hostage and released when we arrived at the Sig Ep house on the Cincinnati campus.

We also reminisced about the turmoil that erupted around us in the late 60's ...the war, the Black Panthers, the degradation of morals...and in the middle of this turmoil we still went to classes and finally got our degrees. How we did it...I still don't know.

I was so surprised that the guys had changed over the last 40 years but underneath the surface...those students I knew emerged as if to say ..."I am still here".

It was a weekend I will remember...the weekend that reminded me of the life changing period of time for me from 1968 to 1972.

Dan

Happy Labor Day

2010-09-06T06:00:00.000-05:00

The warm Summer evenings that bring neighbors together over the fences and on front porches have come to an end ...at least by tradition in the United States. With the arrival of Labor day...school begins anew, swimming pools are winterized, day lilies are replaced with a tied together stack of corn stalks and room is made for a display of pumpkins.

A new conversation begins...talk of Autumn colors and the holiday season of Thanksgiving and Christmas. Even the neighborhood dogs seem to be saying their last goodbyes before returning to the fences of winter. For me it is the end of glorious bright days and tending the garden or photographing the Summer festivals but it is also a time of anticipation for the wonderful Season that is approaching. The Season of fragrance...cinnamon, apples, musty whiffs of burning leaves and the smell of wood fires boiling black pots full of apple butter.

Have a great Labor Day!

Dan

JigSaw

2010-09-05T07:49:00.000-05:00

Good Morning Folks...
Just a heads up...I have removed the jigsaw puzzle program at the top of the blog. I had a few readers inform me that with the puzzle..it takes too long for the page to load. So I apologize for any "hassle" this has caused. Thanks for letting me know.

Dan

One more check off the Bucket List....

2010-09-04T15:30:00.003-05:00

I got my first guitar when I was a junior in High School...played on through college and past for a few more years.

I by no means am accomplished with the instrument...as a matter of fact it has been a few years now since I have played. Zach picked up the same interest and has played for several years and plays much better than me.

I t has always been a dream of mine to build my own guitar but never tried..its seemed like such a daunting task. About a month ago...Zach and his buddy Carl came out and said they wanted to build a guitar. That was just the excuse I needed to attempt what I thought may be impossible. I have a workshop where I have always worked with wood and the tools we needed...the only thing we needed to add was the research and guts to try.

So far we have surprised ourselves! It isn't finished yet but we are well on our way. I will update with photos when we finish our dream. What a great project Zach and I have shared together ...those nights out in the workshop...what a treat!

Have a great Sunday.

Dan

Giants of the Garden

2010-09-04T06:00:00.000-05:00

The redwoods of backyard gardens are peaking this time of year.

Asparagus is ready for the picking and as I viewed it from a distance...I realized it was casting shade on the rest of the vegetables like giant redwoods. To the critters that roam the garden floor at night...these hardy trunks of green soar skyward. Our environment on a miniature scale.

Have a great Saturday!

Dan

It must be Summer

2010-09-03T06:00:00.001-05:00

During the past couple of weeks here in the Midwest...there has been a flurry of custom car activity. This is one of the surefire ways to mark July/August...if you have lost your calendar.

It seems that each year the cars get better and better with new colors and special paint jobs...enough chrome to cover a stadium parking lot. What always surprises me is the span of generations seen at these events. Even though the cars are older than most of you reading this blog...the hobbyists and visitors alike range in age from strollers to wheelchairs...from young hipsters to old fogies!

There remains a fascination in this country with automobiles even though Detroit has seen a terrible downturn of late.

Enjoy the remaining days of the Summer and in a week we celebrate the official end of the season...at least by tradition in the U.S.

Dan

Even Bears Get Frustrated and Just Give Up

2010-09-02T06:00:00.001-05:00

This bear was so expressive. The bright blue eyes and expression lines of his face spoke volumes. He is a Sun Bear. There have been days that have been so hectic...so frustrating...so irritating that I have sat dumbfounded, spaced out at the end of the day just wanting it to be over. When I saw the expression on this fellow...I felt like I was looking in a mirror!

Dan

Nature's Own Decoration

2010-09-01T06:00:00.001-05:00

Long before they showed up in front yards or on a woman's brooch...they decorated God's landscape with both an eye for color and a sense of humor. Beautiful they are...so unique with their pencil like legs and perfectly beautiful bright plumage.

Dan

River Towns

2010-08-31T06:00:00.002-05:00

The flow of water served as transportation, nourishment, modes of exploration and a gathering of populations early in the development of this or any other country.

Along the natural serpentine waterways ports began to develop. Along with the ports there were needed places for the water born travelers to stay for the night while in port. Often these travelers were the rowdy adventure seeking types. A place of refuge needed no more to offer than basic food...drink and a place to sleep. This is one of those early river town boarding houses.

Dan

Open for business...garage...not antiques

2010-08-30T06:00:00.000-05:00

Passing by the old garage, I had to stop...the Standard Oil Sign caught my eye.

Standard Oil ceased to exist after the energy crisis of the '70s. Yet it still exists here along the side of the two lane...gas pumps and all. At first I thought the old building was an antique dealer but I found that the owner still serviced the tractors and farm implements of the area.

The only service for miles...he was a critical part of the community. Brings to mind the saying..."Don't judge a book by it's cover". We all have a purpose while we are here. If the occasional visitor misses your purpose and importance...take comfort that the ones who matter know you are important.

Dan

Find a corner in your own nest today

2010-08-28T09:00:00.000-05:00

Here is hoping that you can carve out some time for yourself today to re charge for the week ahead.

Have a great Sunday.

Dan

Treat Yourself....Lorie Line

2010-08-28T06:00:00.000-05:00

There are times when I just have to hear Robert Plant Screaming "Whole Lotta Love" or Bob Dylan's unique take on life but then again there are times when I just want to let my mind wander with beautiful...I mean truly beautiful piano music accompanying me along the way.

That is when I listen to Lorie Line. Karen and I heard Lorie in 1996 or so on PBS during a pledge drive and were hooked from that point forward. We have now attended several years of her amazing concerts since then whenever she has made it to our area. She is George Winston, David Lanz and Liberace combined int0 her own unique style. Playing all types of music, sometimes Broadway...sometimes classical...other times standards and rock...anything she tackles is music at it's best.

These two photos were taken recently at her concert in St. Louis earlier this month. If you ever have the opportunity to hear her...don't pass the chance...you will thank me for it!

Dan

Stardate Log: 3465 Discovered remnants of.....

2010-08-27T06:00:00.000-05:00

These ancient bones displayed at a recent museum visit sparked my imagination.

Two Millenia from now when the Archeologists unearth remnants of the 21st Century...what will they find? Will there be the remains of polished marble walls where great libraries used to stand that had gradually...slowly... given way to Nature's fury over the centuries or will they see clues of an abrupt end to a once great civilization with the faint clicks of a Geiger counter crackling in the background?

Dan

And Where it Stops...Nobody Knows.....

2010-08-26T07:19:00.003-05:00

Motion...clicks...bells...grinds...waving green flags...multi-colored bowling balls...twisted rails and elevators...movement for no apparent purpose.

The name that always comes to mind is Rube Goldberg. He was an artist and inventor that conceived some of the most amazing machines just for the sake of a very simple purpose. As I stood watching...listening and feeling the thump..thump..thump of bowling balls transported up an elevator to the top of the three story tower and then dumped onto the roller coaster ride to the bottom only to be caught and transported back to the top again, I wondered what was the fascination with these machines for apparently no benefit to humanity? Yet I couldn't stop watching. As I looked around the room everyone was transfixed like robots staring...smiling...even chuckling to themselves. Children, mouths open, swaying back and forth with occasional shrieks of amazement tugged at dad's thumb as if to ask "What is it"?

It was comforting to see a machine with no hidden agenda and no underlying "buying" message...just doing what it did best....just because it could.

Dan

Echoes of Past lives

2010-08-25T06:00:00.002-05:00

When I first began to blog...I found this amazing site "Pictures Poetry and Prose". No longer active now...while it existed it provided the perfect combination of an image prompt with a suggested writing topic. By the way, there is now a site that carry's on the legacy of PPP...
"Write with Pictures" . If you have the desire to write...check it out and try your skills.

One of the posts that inspired me was of a vinyl record spinning on a turntable. The post I offered was inspired by the old 2nd hand record shop above. While I was in St. Louis a couple of weeks ago I took a picture of it with the post in mind. Below is the post:

V for vinyl... include a record, scratchy needle sounds and all,

in your writing today in any way you like creatively.

____________________

Walking through the doors of Vintage Vinyl, a small 2nd hand record shop, the mix of patchouli incense and the scent of old moldy record jackets filled the air. As I was thumbing through my life alphabetically, Tea for the Tillerman, Threshold of a Dream, Led Zepplin, Uriah Heap, Tom Rush, Tommy and all the others help dust off the corners of a life long forgotten.

Then I heard a familiar sound that caught my attention...the hiss-pop anticipation of a needle on vinyl. MP3s go from silence to the music with no anticipation...a vinyl always builds to the song because you know when that hiss-pop starts...music will follow.

Francois Hardy..."Je t'aime" began to play. Francois Hardy was the hottest artist that summer in Europe. Everywhere there was music playing...there was Francois Hardy. I was back at the Cafe du Monde in Paris...1972 with my traveling companion, a French Canadian from Nestor Falls, Ontario. This was the departure we both dreaded. After 3 months of hitch hiking the Gold Coast of Spain to the hash bars of Amsterdam, she was headed back for school. Just like that Jackie Dumont walked out of my life just as she came in...no fanfare...just gone...

The song over, I gathered my composure, paid for my teenage son's White Stripes album and left the store. Once outside, I looked back once more. I could swear I saw the reflection of a French Canadian I once knew in the window.

Dan

As I looked at the participant list I realized that many of the followers of my blog came from that site early on. We all got to know each other through our writing. I am sure each of you who have a blog can remember certain sites that you visited as you "grew up" in the blogging world and will remain with you forever even if they no longer exist.

Here's to the memories.

Dan

No Marketing Needed

2010-08-24T06:00:00.000-05:00

In small town America...or small town anywhere for that matter...one doesn't need yellow pages, Facebook, billboards, 60 second TV spots or a star athlete spokesperson to advertise one's wares.

A simple painted sign will let everyone know where the restaurant or orchard is located. After all there are only 2 or 3 streets. When the bakery closes down...just paint white over the sign and wait for another entrepreneur to step forward. I have seen the Megatron displays in Times Square advertising to millions of people and the computerized dancing fountains in front of Bellagio's in Las Vegas luring passer-byes into the casino. Compared to those....I think I like the simple direct method of a painted sign and a small town.

Dan

Around when Dinosaurs walked the Earth

2010-08-23T06:00:00.000-05:00

On this earth for almost 4 million years...we are looking at a relic of the Dinosaurs.

The Kimodo Dragon is one of the largest living lizards of today and a bit of trivia tells us that their best defense is a virulent bacteria present in their mouths causes an anitibiotic resistant sepsis when bitten and the victim usually dies of shock.

Not your garden variety yard lizard.

Dan

The Dreaded Aunt in the Attic.....

2010-08-22T06:00:00.002-05:00

As I observed this face...I had the strangest urge......

I felt like the dreaded Aunt at the family reunion....the one that arrives with a flourish and promptly saunters up to the cute little red headed boy and gives his cheeks a nice big pinch ...embarrassing the little boy to the point that his rosy red cheeks blush to the same reds as his hair.

I wanted to grab this little creature and give him a nice pinch on those furry, fuzzy little cheeks. Although I must admit..he didn't seem to interested in the idea.

Have a great Sunday...give someone a nice gentle pinch on the cheeks.

Dan

The Big Chill

2010-08-21T06:00:00.002-05:00

Today begins a Big Chill weekend.

Today I am doing something I have wanted to do for decades...meet up with my four college roommates at Purdue. We were 5 peas in a pod...as close as brothers. It is back to school weekend and the parents will be dropping of the students...a time of letting go for the both the kids and the parents. We have not been together as a group for 40 years! The last time we were together...we looked like this. The five of us did OK I guess...out of this motley crew emerged a wildlife biologist, a photographer, an operations director at a University, a Jeweler/Guitar maker and a politician.

The top picture is me in 1970 while I was hitchhiking across Europe with the guy at the bottom of the 2nd picture...Melon. We called him Melon because he had a head the size of a watermelon...funny how nicknames stick...I still call him Melon. Someday I will tell you my nickname...it is a bit embarrassing! I am on the right in the bottom picture. As you can tell by the wonderful decor of our apartment with the tie dyed sheets for curtains...I went to college in the late 60's - early 70's. WOW...what a time to be in college. One unique bit of trivia about the group...All 5 of us are still married to the same wives we dated in college! Unheard of in today's throw away society.

In the top picture...I am sporting a new tooth...a tooth that was broken off one night when I had a bit to drink and misjudged a door...walked right into the door facing. I don't know how I ever survived those days but now as I look back...it was a period in my life that was transforming to say the least.

I will report back next week with some pictures and some stories...at least the ones I can put on a family friendly blog.

Hope your weekend is void of bummers...far out...and most of all Peace! (I am holding up the peace sign to you).

Stump (well there you have it...my nickname)

Almost Ready....

2010-08-20T06:00:00.002-05:00

Late August bears fruit at almost the peak of ripeness awaiting the Wine Harvest.

In just a few weeks...the last remaining Pinot Noirs will catch up with early bloomers and require the attention of the winemaker and his skills. Typically a time of traditions and families coming together that will bookmark the beginning of Autumn and a march towards a transformation of the landscape into fiery reds and yellows so brilliant....

The countryside will erupt in the last throws of life until next Spring.

Dan

Begginings of Restoration with a Sense of Pride

2010-08-19T06:00:00.000-05:00

I came across this stately old house last week and had to stop for a picture.

At first I thought the house was abandoned but two aspects of the house changed my mind. I noticed the brand new bright green metal roof and the flag on the old rusted mailbox was raised...a sign of a newly written letter was awaiting pickup by the mailman.

It occurred to me that this old house must be so happy to have someone care enough after all these years to restore it to health. I'm sure she is proud of it's new roof and is anticipating the face lift it is about to receive.

Back at the computer...as I looked at the old house it almost took on a real personality when it showed up in Photoshop. I thought I would take some creative liberty and let her personality show through...the second picture is how I see the proud old lady and her new hairdo! IF you look at the 2nd picture compared to the first...you will see her with a look of surprise and wonder at her face lift.

Dan

One of the World's Largest Bird Cages....

2010-08-18T06:00:00.000-05:00

Built in 1904 the Bird Cage was the first building of the St. Louis Zoo...built for the World's Fair in 1904.

This is one amazing place to spend time among the birds. The Thingy from yesterday was photographed here within the cage. There is an entire ecosystem within the cage and walkways to follow...some at water's edge and here among the tree tops. I suppose it is close to a football field in size.

Truly a photographer's paradise.

Dan

Thingy Revealed....

2010-08-17T06:00:00.000-05:00

Picture this head on two pencil legs about 4 feet tall with callused knees twice the size of it's legs. A body somewhat close to a chicken and there you have it!

If ever I saw a real life feathered creature that looked like a cartoon this was it and he had the comical personality to match. Unkempt and so awkward when walking...he drew smiles from my face each time he appeared...I think if he had a name it would be Einstein.

Dan

Full Disclosure Tomorrow...

2010-08-16T06:00:00.000-05:00

Sometimes a bit left to the imagination is a good thing!

So many of God's creatures have striking personalities...animal and human. This thingy came up to greet me several times and then in a very nonchalant manner just strolled off onto the shadows. After a few minutes...he ventured back out into the sunlight to see if I was still there. Finally he left and didn't return...I guess I wore out my welcome.

Tomorrow I will post the full picture but between now and then...try to picture what the entire thingy may look like!

Dan

A Study of Hands

2010-08-15T06:00:00.000-05:00

I don't know if the proper term for the appendages on the ends of the arms of Apes is "Hands" but to me they are hands and very interesting at that.

Two things that truly amaze me when I observe apes...their eyes and their hands. I often feel I am looking back through time at myself. The hands reflect a life ...weathered and cracked...of hard , determined work. Much like my hands with the five digits but yet so different. My hands tell of a sheltered life compared to these.

Hands can tell one so much about their owner.

Dan

The Perfect End to a Perfect Day

2010-08-14T06:00:00.000-05:00

I spoke yesterday of the KATY bike Trail. This is one of the bed and breakfast inns along the Trail in Augusta Missouri. The Clay House.

Over the last couple of years I have posted several pictures from inside the house but until this weekend, I didn't have any good pictures of the outside. We have stayed in the Clay house before and it is a menagerie of unique items both historical and great conversation pieces. We always looked forward to getting up the next morning and coming down to a gourmet breakfast...now many B and B's tout gourmet breakfasts but since the owner is a former chef...this is a breakfast to behold...from the honey peppered bacon to the assorted pastries and unique egg dishes.

When we have the time ...this is our favorite mode of travel. B and B's offer you the personal history of the area you are visiting...much more memorable than a hotel.

Dan

The Tavern at Defiance

2010-08-13T06:00:00.001-05:00

Heading south out of St. Louis there is a small two lane - Highway 94. It meanders through the rolling hills and for quite a while mirrors the slow moving Missouri River.

If you stay on 94 for about 30 miles you abruptly come upon almost a 90 degree left turn. And on that curve is the Tavern at Defiance. I always thought that "Defiance" was a great name for a small town (actually a very small town).

The claim to fame for this wide spot in the road is two fold...The Tavern and the KATY trail crossing. The KATY is actually a State Park but unlike other state parks...this one is 7 feet wide and 200 miles long! It is a perfectly cared for bike trail that leads from St. Charles Missouri to Kansas City...200 mile away. It follows an old railroad bed so there are no steep grades for the entire trail. It is a perfect bike trail. I had a dream when we lived in St. Louis but never saw it through....life seemed to get in the way. I wanted to bike the entire trail with my son Zack and document the trail by photographs. The great thing about it is that it flows past various bed and breakfast inns along the way. So you can stop for the night at a local inn for sleep and refreshments. Often those refreshments are samplings of the local wines. This is the Wine Country of Missouri.

The other claim to fame for Defiance is the Tavern. It is a bikers paradise and also a great place to spend these hot Summer evenings having a few beers and listening to the local county rock bands out of St. Louis. If you are a up and coming country rock band out of St. Louis...you have put in your time and paid your dues at the Tavern. Often raucous...but less than dangerous...this is a true American Roadhouse Tavern. A suit or even anything other than jeans is way out of place here...but one thing for sure...once you visit...you will be back.

Dan

A connection I can do without

2010-08-11T19:00:00.000-05:00

Whenever I take a picture of a living being...human or animal...I always try for that connection of the eyes. This one leaves me a bit uncomfortable.

The grizzly passed by then as he walked away he gave one last look as if to invite me back to his den. I suspect it wasn't for tea and crumpets.

Dan

Mr. Puffin

2010-08-11T06:00:00.002-05:00

I first came across Puffins in Alaska.

These were not in the wild but at the St. Louis Zoo in a polar exhibit. 99 degrees the day we were there but in the polar exhibit it was a welcome 42 degrees. These puffins always seem look like they have just left the beauty parlor...not a hair out of place. Whenever I see the puffins...I am taken back to the waters just off Resurrection Bay off the Alaskan Peninsula....truly one of the most beautiful places I have ever been to on this earth.

Dan

Snowbird

2010-08-10T06:00:00.001-05:00

This was taken just after takeoff from Salt Lake City - The Wasatch range.

A couple of years ago I had the pleasure of attending a business conference in Salt Lake City. Before I left, I visited Snowbird...a ski resort just out of the City in the Wasatch. It ws my first attempt at skiing....I found myself on my back more than on my skis. The hardest part of skiing in my opinion is getting back upright after you have fallen. Very enjoyable sport and I will have to try it again.

To the visitors from Salt lake....you have a very beautiful city and surroundings.

Dan

Field of Tulips

2010-08-09T06:00:00.001-05:00

One of my favorite flowers is the Tulip.

When Tulips bloom...I know it is the beginning of Spring...my favorite season of the year. So I don't know if I like Tulips because of their beauty or because they announce the departure of Winter and arrival of the season of rebirth.

Dan

2010-08-08T06:00:00.004-05:00

One of my favorite subjects is the Hummingbird.

This one did not translate well in my opinion to painting with light but I thought I would post it anyway. It was my first attempt at the process and obviously I have a lot to learn about the technique but I know I am among friends so don't be too hard on me!

Dan