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I Don’t Care If You Don’t Like My Playlists
I still remember how great it was when my dad brought home the first record player for our family. Prior to that time, we got our music from the …I Don’t Care If You Don’t Like My Playlists
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I Don’t Care If You Don’t Like My Playlists
A model 1960’s record player.
I still remember how great it was when my dad brought home the first record player for our family. Prior to that time, we got our music from the radio or the television variety shows on the three channels available in Chicago. At most, you might hear a couple of tracks from an LP recording. But the record player opened up the vast world of an entire album, not to…
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Dark Injustice, Glittering Sun
Life is about contrasts. Light and dark. Good and evil. Visible and hidden. Consciousness and unconsciousness. On and on, contrast after contrast. In…Dark Injustice, Glittering Sun
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Dark Injustice, Glittering Sun
Girl With a Pearl Earring – Johannes Vermeer
Life is about contrasts. Light and dark. Good and evil. Visible and hidden. Consciousness and unconsciousness. On and on, contrast after contrast. In art, a technique called chiaroscuro, light and shade, or brightness and obscurity, is demonstrated in Girl With a Pearl Earring, pictured above. The style accentuates the stark differences between what…
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Exquisite Grief
If you’re lucky enough to experience your life outside war zones, where death is horribly inappropriate, claiming lives of anyone, no matter how old …Exquisite Grief
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Exquisite Grief
If you’re lucky enough to experience your life outside war zones, where death is horribly inappropriate, claiming lives of anyone, no matter how old or young, grief for most of us takes a little time before becoming a frequent companion. Although tragedy for some arrives early, the relentless culling of those held dear generally accelerates as we age. In recent years, I’ve felt like a day that…
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To Expose…Or Not?
Some of my many journals. I can’t say what motivated me to start writing journals. The oldest one I have goes back over 60 years and is actually one …To Expose…Or Not?
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To Expose…Or Not?
Some of my many journals.
I can’t say what motivated me to start writing journals. The oldest one I have goes back over 60 years and is actually one of those vintage diaries, the ones that came with a flimsy lock and key. Anyone, even a kid, could’ve easily broken that lock. The key disappeared years ago but I don’t think my family was much interested in the contents of my diary anyway. As far…
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Memory Land
Sometimes it’s just one note of a song. Or a whiff of that certain scent. Maybe a glimpse. What elicits a memory? Where do they really live? Only in …Memory Land
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Memory Land
Sometimes it’s just one note of a song. Or a whiff of that certain scent. Maybe a glimpse. What elicits a memory? Where do they really live? Only in the murky recesses somewhere in the head? Or do shimmering wavelengths of what we felt, what we thought, what we did, somehow melt into the places where they happened. Can they leak out of their hiding places when we return to those spots, adding…
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I’m Glad I Couldn’t See The Future
The Time Machine, released 1960.
I still remember the first time I saw the film, “The Time Machine” back in the early ‘60’s. Although even back then I didn’t think this movie was exceptionally great, I always remembered it and contemplated the possibilities of time travel, both on my own, and in many philosophical conversations over the years. You know, the kind you have with a couple of friends…
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The Fog, The Rain, The Romance
A lot of these recent January days have been misty. Wet. Snow fell, but more frequently it’s just been damp. The fog hovering as warm air collided …The Fog, The Rain, The Romance
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The Fog, The Rain, The Romance
January afternoon
A lot of these recent January days have been misty. Wet. Snow fell, but more frequently it’s just been damp. The fog hovering as warm air collided with frozen ground. Advection fog, according to the weather experts who’ve noted that at this moment, almost a third of the U.S. population is living beneath a haze which makes it tough to see much of anything not right in front of…
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Ten Years Ago Today - New Life and Cancer
January 17th, 2014
I shot the video, from which the still photo above was taken, through the hospital nursery window on January 17th, 2014, ten years ago today. The baby is my second grandson, born just a brief time before I stood there alone, marveling at his perfection. But I was simultaneously feeling unbelievably sad. A little over three years earlier, I was standing outside that very same…
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That’s A Wrap
January, 2023
Whether I like New Year’s Eve or not is ultimately irrelevant, as the year 2023 as we all know it, has indeed come to an end. Before barreling into the coming months, I always like to have a look back at my favorite photos from the previous twelve. I take pictures almost every day. I’m almost embarrassed to confess that currently, I have over 14,000 stashed on my phone. A culling…
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Everything, Nothing and Mostly In Between: A Holiday Meditation
T’is the season. Joy. Happiness. Anticipation. Excitement. Family. Warmth. Love. Security. Or. Despair. Sadness. Dread. Trepidation. Loneliness. Coldness. Emptiness. Uncertainty. I could go on and on. The truth is, for those of us lucky enough to be safe from war, food and water secure, with roofs over our heads, the season elicits a mix of emotions, despite the barrage of media which hypes a…
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