apologies

I am sorry when I let you down, don't have worthwhile fresh fare here. Events are moving fast. I don't have medical permission to develop film. The threads that I pursue are tangled, scattered, some headed down the toilet. Must improvise, rescue, preserve, wake up, dance a jig.
The black and white blog suffers.

all things in time

Eventually we all take to bed, in a season of fear and need.
As it is always a time of fear and need so it is always a time to comfort and give. Somewhere in your community your consideration can ameliorate pain. Participate in that exchange.

POD 7

Anna envisioned a family reunion for this Thanksgiving and made it so.

We pause to express our gratitude for the many blessings we enjoy.
Teach us to show that gratitude in thoughts, words and deeds acceptable to you.
Bless our home and those within it, protect our absent loved ones wherever they may be, and surround our family circle with everlasting love.
C.H.M

nuclear

defending her honor

Every Thanksgiving involves the extended family.
Photo opportunities abound.
It is a sweet time.


This is a photo from last year (4x5")

downstream

For the first time in my life I felt I had been betrayed by my mind.

no picture

do you remember the scene where the delusional howard hughes secludes himself in a room with bottles of urine?

in the Light

0616hrs

day of rest

anatomical position

remembering lbj

perfection

bill, blackbird and sister morphine

community

painting by Jackson Pollock

My mom says "not too many details."

Making law, making sausage, not pretty.
I am taking a few days off.
I say with confidence.
Having some parts removed via surgeon directed robot.
Ah! The old days, when Chuck Taylors were made in Lumberton North Carolina. When voices on the phone weren't digitized.
Ah, the new day, when a surgeon can operate at a distance, when I can publish for $3.95/month.
Someone take care of hunger and hatred and it's a wrap.
I thank my community. I am blessed. In the hands of God. You know who you are.
Write me please.

t-2

bodhi tree

poised on the ridgetop, parked under a load of excrement, sitting beneath a tree, a moment of awareness

day of rest

the nearest church in slabtown. has trees growing in the gutters, unfinished paint job, broken windows, a handful of surviving parishioners. has peace and beauty at sunset.

page 49

Received two copies of the fall 2005 Oxford American in the mail.

My thanks to the mysterious agent who made the black and white possible. I am touched. Falling into grace.

white tee

washington post has an article this morning saying hip hop fashion is dead.

T-7

Helen and the cetaceans

patronymics

Historically, economic development and environmental degradation have gone hand in hand.
Yesterday in Virginia we elected new politicians.
Will they kowtow to those who pave and pollute our Edenic state?

tooth and claw

No leash law in Slabtown. Meet them on the street.


Packed up and ran together. Fun running with them, scary running from them.

slabtown

tourists come to the rappahannock/potomac peninsula to visit stratford and the birthplace of geo. washington.
a few of the people visit slabtown.

day of rest

corn trinity

In memory the broken stalks, constriction, drought, heat and death forgotten.
Digital apotheosis.
Visit, please visit, when the field has been swept clean. We love in memory.
November.

good dogs

I irritated a reader the other day when I suggested that children should be leashed in public. Hey, be honest, who hasn't met the child who wouldn't benefit from the judicious application of a muzzle?


My take on rearing homo sapiens and canines. Treat children more like puppies, treat puppies more like people. The results of this program are most rewarding.


watch the dog trick...

0604hrs slabtown

My sister is driving here to visit for a few days. Tried to talk her into navigational aids, at the very least a cellphone. Everyone gets lost on the way here.
My sister inherited my dad's love for training chaos, I am hoping to turn her loose. See if she can talk the squirrels into leaving the chimney.

The same view in color with sound at Davide Balula's Window Standpoint Series site.

god and mammon

for thirty years whenever there is a republican in the white house virginians put a democrat in the governor's mansion. its part of the twisted VA logic. Elect the national republican, balance him with the local democrat.
Everywhere there are yard signs for the gubernatorial candidates. Quick quick put up a couple of Ten Commandments signs.

white line

The City has been creating and maintaining pedestrian and bike paths, a wonderful alternative to automobile travel. Since the right of way above was secured, the path has been modified:

a) a law was passed requiring dogs be leashed Friday-Monday
b) the path was paved
c) the path was striped

The physical modification, the pavement, has rendered the park more appealing to bikers and roller-bladers. Someday we will see a wheelchair (haven't seen one yet).

The symbolic modification, the white line, has not effected the behavior of out of control children and dogs. Adults typically make way for traffic approaching from the opposite direction. Of course, people with functioning brains reacted to oncoming traffic in such a way before the advent of the stripe.

The legal modification, the leash law, is a joke. Compliance is close to non-existent.
(If I was emperor of CHO I'd modify the leash law to include children under 10 and I would try enforcing this law one percent of the time.)