Shadows and Sunlight
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Letters
Letters I have hand written, in cursive, a few letters over the past couple of months. As I wrote, I had memories of days as a youth reading letters from grandmothers. They were so enjoyable to read, filled with simple news and lots of misspelled words. I could hold them, reread them again and again.
Wives, mothers and lovers depended on letters to keep connected to those serving during wartime, making sure anyone on foreign soil knew they were loved. Some still have those cherished letters.
There’s a common belief that peace is the absence of struggle. But peace demands its own sacrifices. Are we who work for it willing to engage with as much fervor as those who fight wars do?
Anyway, this Memorial day I have reflected on the importance of those letters, those who served and those who kept in touch.
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Number 413
Doors “Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!Why do you stay in prison
When the door is so wide open?”
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More Spring Colors
More Spring Colors Out of the Indian approach to life there came a great freedom, an intense and absorbing respect for life, enriching faith in a Supreme Power, and principles of truth, honesty, generosity, equity, and brotherhood as a guide to mundane relations. Luther Standing Bear Oglala Sioux
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Riding the Bus
Riding the Bus Always carry a camera, it’s tough to shoot a picture without one. – Jay Maisel
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What are the Stories
Cottonwood on Fisher Nature Trail There are times I wish I could sit at the base of a tree and listen to the stories it has to tell. What changes has it seen in it’s life? How many bird songs has it heard in its life? Does it feel ignored when so many people walk by and really never looked at it? I touch it and feel it toughness. Solid and firm. I see it’s scars, the twisted and broken branches that its sustained through the years. How many eagles and hawks have perched themselves on it’s branches awaiting the unsuspecting field mouse. Yes, I would read a book of stories written by a tree.
“A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.” Hermann Hesse
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Patterns
Patterns of Man “I thought I made a mistake once but it turned out it was a creative moment.” – Scott Fleming
Not sure how many creative moments I’ve had in my photography but there has to be at least one.
