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We celebrate Birth and Life. We avert our eyes from Death and Dying. We see life in Kodachrome. We see Death in monochrome.  After the recent freeze, I went into the garden on a mission to study death and dying in the plant life there. I made many photographs of what I saw. I want to share the death of the Staghorn here. After the frost, The Staghorn anchor leaves changed from tender green… Read More

A couple of years ago, I included this cup in a post. My tribute to my friends at Mickey D’s. Last year at Christmas, I posted the photos of all of my kids who work there. This year, I’m borrowing a cool photograph by Annalisa Ceccotti That many of you may find far more interesting. It is obviously a great deal more professional than my own. But, I didn’t have a model… Read More

This post, titled Euphemistically Dead, was published in The Woven Tale Press I liked their presentation and the layout of the piece. The online magazine features great work from some very talented artists. I appreciate their including this post and featuring it in one of their Weekly Peeks. A warm thank you to Sandra Tyler and to the rest of the staff! Humans have a real problem with dead. Euphemisms abound to describe… Read More

In Memoriam The Vonnegut Maxim It is what it is Is true Until Of course It is not *(Vonnegut Image:  Kanellis.com)

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Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow For Thine is the Kingdom Between the conception And the creation Between the emotion And the response Falls the Shadow Life is very long… T.S Eliot The Hollow Men

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness. ~Kahlil Gibran

We celebrate Birth and Life. We avert our eyes from Death and Dying. We see life in Kodachrome. We see Death in monochrome.  After the recent freeze, I went into the garden on a mission to study death and dying in the plant life there. I made many photographs of what I saw. I want to share the death of the Staghorn here. After the frost, The Staghorn anchor leaves changed from tender green… Read More

About eight or ten years ago, I stopped at this cemetery that I pass all the time.  I had always looked over at the tombstones because there is one long one facing the main street.  It has the most beautiful marble angels … one on each end of the stone.  They seemed to be sister angels watching over the dead at their feet.  Something about them was touching to me.  So, I… Read More