Monday, February 22, 2010
Friday, January 01, 2010
Thursday, November 19, 2009
creative locus now a place of memory
Sunday, June 28, 2009
day of rest
Thursday, May 07, 2009
down down down
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
The Washington Post is running an interesting series, about food v fuel
Siphoning Off Corn to Fuel Our Cars
As farmers feed ethanol plants, a costly link is forged between food and oil.-By Steven Mufson
Where is Peabody when we need him, need the benefit of historic perspective?
The picture today, some AP news from back in the fifties.
Read the Post, read the AP. The quality of reporting has improved.
What was the gas-bread comparison in 1951?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Time, the Avenger
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Cooper, Smith, Cartwright. The last names the only reminders of obsolete occupations. In the darkroom for the coming month, making paper prints without photoshop. Gasp! Practicing my dead avocation. Revelateur.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
then and now
37 40.5 N 76 29.378 W standing on the shoulder of US Route 1, Interstate 95 visible to the west
March 18, 1958 the good people of Charlottesville voted in favor of the City issuing $500,000 worth of bonds to fund a new sewerage plant at Moore's Creek.
In 2006, for $500,000, a donor gets two folding chairs located on the court floor of UVA's John Paul Jones arena, opposite the team benches and along the baselines.
Monday, July 10, 2006
back back back
my thanks to Historian/photographer John Mason for finding this image in an old scrapbook and providing me with a reason to dive into 30 year old contact sheets, to find and scan...Saul Bellow wins the Nobel Prize, Roots the #2 nonfiction book, Stevie Wonder awarded a Grammy for Songs in the Key of Life, Chairman Mao dies.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
Started working at the farm thirty-one years ago today. Fourteen stairs going up, house four strides by seven.
I always did like to count.
Three hundred and sixty seven days ago we met with our neighborhood planner, and compared notes about the traffic that is battering the heart of our neighborhood.
I am counting vehicles today. Sitting motionless for twenty four hours putting numbers to a problem.
One decision and two signs would vastly improve our quality of life.
Is 23 years of asking for help long enough?