Tuesday, December 30, 2008
By St. Francis of Assisi
Lord make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.
Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand; to be loved, as to love; for it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
There are 42 other photographs in this amazing slideshow. Enjoy!
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
It is a funny story; but be prepared the ending is sad.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
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Saturday, December 20, 2008
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Tuesday, December 16, 2008
from Florida to Tennessee.
He jumped off at Dyersburg
and walked 40 miles.
He chopped some kindling.
Ate some chicken and brown crowder peas.
He saw a girl barefoot.
They married and had a son.
A lumberman came by.
This man chopped some wood.
Ate froglegs and corn on the cob.
Then held the baby boy for a few minutes.
The stranger said,
"You name him Travis Orbie
and I'll buy him a pair of shoes."
So they did.
Monday, December 15, 2008
½ c. powered sugar
½ c. pecan nuts
2 c. sifted flour
Mix all together except nuts. Take a piece of
dough, about the size of a walnut, roll into
a nice round ball. Make an indentation
in center and place a half of a pecan meat in the
center and roll dough around it, completely covering
it. Place on greased pan and bake in a 325 degree
oven. Watch that they don’t burn. Remove
from pan and roll in powdered sugar when
they are cool enough to handle.
Tip: Small sized nuggets
Bake for 12 min. But check after 10 minutes
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Maxine really strikes my funny bone. How about yours?
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Then I decided to make fish chowder for dinner. It takes a couple of hours to simmer this dish on top of the stove. For those of you who aren't allowed butter or salt or bacon this is a perfect dish. Enjoy! Now we are finally warmed up.
For Your Information:
Illinois has gas prices under $2.00 a gallon for regular. With the holidays just around the corner this is a relief. Don't you think so?
1/4 cup chopped bacon or salt pork (optional)
1 whole onion or use red onion, chopped fine
1/2 green pepper
six potatoes, diced
1/4 teaspoon thyme
1/4 teaspoon rosemary
1/4 teaspoon parsley
1/8 teaspoon cumin
1/8 teaspoon curry powder
1/4 teaspoon paprika
1/8 teaspoon ground coriander seed
1/8 teaspoon garlic powder
leftover vegetables, cut up
6 sliced fresh mushrooms
15 baby carrots, chopped
2 cans mushroom soup, put 1/2 can of water in each can till you empty most of the ingredients in can
1/4 cup wine, white or pink
1/4 cup flour for thickening purposes
1 stick margarine or butter
Cut fillets into 1/2 inch pieces. Fry bacon until lightly browned. Add rest of ingredients. Cook until tender. Serve with crackers and/or fresh baked bread to dip in chowder. Delicious!
I saw these mops hanging outside inbetween buildings. Image had pipes, a gas meter, laundry drying outside on a line, plus these mops. Using Picassa3, I cropped and changed the colors into this wild, fun image. Do you see the eyes? Weird huh?
Monday, December 1, 2008
got a job on a barge
travelling down the Mississippi River to Memphis.
A fellow shipmate and I
had never been to a big city before.
We saw vaudeville,
ate pie and coffee for a dime.
We returned to work on the barge
where the officer said,
"Your services are no longer required."
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
holding a rock
I cracked caps on cement.
reading ‘No Trespassing’ sign
on barbed wire fence
where land mines and bombs
worrying about when the red
button would be pushed and I
would smell skin burning
I heard the last
gasp of breath Dad took.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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Monday, November 24, 2008
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Saturday, November 22, 2008
Mr. Hamill wrote, “ His notion of the poem being ‘born within itself’ should under no circumstances be confused with its being self-originating. A fundamental tenet of Buddhism runs exactly to the contrary: nothing is self-originating. Bashō poems were in fact a natural product of his close observation of the natural relationships of people and things, our presence in ‘nature’.”
THE ESSENTIAL BASHŌ Translated by Sam Hamill, SHAMBHALA, Boston, © 1999, pages 176-177.
Friday, November 21, 2008
I needed to stay there and let time pass.
Purpose was to study this rose. To actually see
the color and the raindrops clinging to each petal.
I wanted to immerse myself in that moment.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
he should not stay in the world, he
should avoid the crowd as he cannot
exist there; he should go into the
mountains, and even there he should
turn into a tree or a rock in order to
exist, because to be a living being without
a wish is not possible."
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
One word, lead me to discover that
Joseph Nicéphore Niépce took the first photograph:
The plate, VIEW FROM THE WINDOW
AT LE GRAS, can be viewed at
Harry Ransom Humanities Research Center,
University of Texas, Austin.
Just requested book LIFE: 100 Photographs
That Changed The World from the
library. I can hardly wait to see it.
Research is my passion, it never ends.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
I like exploring shapes this time with old posts and wood, vertical and horizontal lines, reflections in windows, and roofing material. First shot, took out one window. Second shot, took out two windows. Third shot, was the whole picture of a barn. Fourth shot was not taken because I didn't want to include the house, the acreage or the sky into the image. Why is that? My focus is to see things as simple as possible. I wanted to show conflict in the shots with the use of vertical and horizontal lines and how light falls on object. Was this accomplished? Yes. These could have been wow shots through better use of light.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The father stands
looking across the bricks toward the misty gully
for a split second each forgets the other.
They dream of yesterday.
She wears a handmade flour sack apron
with beans piled high as a cat’s back.
A beagle sleeps on the front porch
next to her.
She wears a calico hat
protecting her face from the hot sun.
Eyes like purple pansies growing in a spring garden,
she leans back in a rocker remembering dad as a boy.
September she faces what we all do, alone.
Is it dark and cold or is light and warm?
Her last earthly vision was of sleeping under a beech tree.
She is gone to meet her ancestors.
©Joyce Meyer, 11/07/2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
see also this site:
Photographs by Sanghyun Lee
Church On The Water To The Church Of The Light
Scroll down to Church Of The Light
FYI: I did not download another language; just clicked on X to close box.
Note to Self:
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
My watch says 12:38 p.m. My "puter" says 11:38 a.m. Did you turn your clocks back yet? I need to spend some time today setting clocks back. Does anyone know what time it is? Half passed a freckle. Sun is full center in the sky, must be noon.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
...Robert Henri, The Art Spirit
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
The Wabi-Sabi House The Japanese Art of Imperfect Beauty, Robyn Griggs Lawrence, CLARKSON POTTER/PUBLISHERS, NY, ©2004, Dedication Page "For My Father".
I was very fortunate to have a similar father. I remember once he brought me to a restaurant in Chicago for lunch. He asked me to order a baked potato without sour cream, butter, salt and pepper. He wanted me to eat the potato and taste the potato and honor the potato that I was eating. At the time, I didn't know he was teaching me how to live in a wabi-sabi house; but he was.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I saw a photography exhibit of India at the Cultural Center. Revisited an architectural display. Checked out a gift shop. I keep going back to enjoy a sandwich and to listen to talented guest musicians and get comfortable with memories of bygone days at this place.
After getting my teeth cleaned, shopping till I dropped and completing a photo shoot, I headed for home. The last thing I saw was an elderly man who could hear the piped in music at Lake Street Station and played along with the violin. The sound touched my soul. Such joy he brought me this day.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
When it stopped raining, I went shooting with my camera. I found some mums, some roses, a waterfall and yes; I took more morning glory shots. Today, I noticed a lot of buds, some buds barely opened looked like tiny stars, and then there were these two gigantic leaves. Why only two? I seem to be studying morning glories like artists did in the past with horses and ballet dancers. Soon frost will come and I will become interested in other subject material. Life is such an adventure!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
"now hear fall mums."
I saw this advertisement painted on a board with red paint. The sign should have said, "Now here fall mums." The word hear should have been here. Whenever my husband and I would go by the Garden Center, we would laugh and say "Do you hear the mums yet?" Use your imagination and let me know if you can hear the fall mums.
I think that this mistake, is a wonderful Haiku poem. Don't you?