Every ending is a beginning. Time to depart, to say goodby to the house where we stayed, and to Lake Michigan. We have good memories of the past five days. There has been lots of laughter and some funny stories were told. I am satisfied to know the children will remember this time for…
It is paradoxical that I spend yet another day of enjoyment by the lake, knowing that Germany is slammed by flooding, with great loss of life, and devastation. The corona virus, the latest, hyper contagious variant is exponentially increasing infections by the day, with more deaths to follow. The obvious question comes to mind…
We decided to go blueberry picking. For the past five years that we’ve spent time in the St. Joseph area we’ve visited the Bumbleberry Acres Farm. Blueberry picking by comparison to strawberry picking is much to my liking. The ripened blueberrys grow on bushes which allow a standing upright position while picking the clusters…
A gray day with a fine mist falling. I do not mind the mist. In fact I attempted opening this computer screen outside on the patio table. I did not mind the infrequent mosquito. I peered at this glowing screen, feeling the keyboard surface at my finger tips moistened by the palpable mist. The…
Friday, in a few hours I will depart for St. Joseph, Michigan. The plan is to spend 5 days at a lake house, for an all-family vacation. It is a special occasion for parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and children to spend extended time together in conversation, play, swimming in the lake, enjoyment of the…
Another day dawns. A light rain is falling for which I am thankful. I do not live in L.A. There it is a dry time. The city is certain to face water rationing, when Lake Mead falls lower. The man-made lake is now at 36% of full capacity. Four million people in one place,…
Last night I participated in a wide ranging discussion about language. How language, words and a manner of speaking, those informal “rules” that channel our conversations in predictable ways — make up our minds. When I look at the assertion which I just wrote I feel an inner disquiet, dismay. It appears that language,…
Walking about with my camera is satisfying. In my high school days I discovered the challenge of angle-of-view, light, and the framing of a camera lens, are elements of an art form that continues to fascinate. My first lesson in capturing a photo took place at a drag strip, with my father’s box camera…
It is Monday morning, a gray overcast sky. I do not want to write about politics, about the resurgence of the covid virus, or about the heatwave scorching the West. Can I write a few lines about a song, about music that communicates more than the composers, the performers intended, or could know? Rock…
The dreamworld, the visions of the subconscious in the early morning hours are said to come from the id, the primal dimension of the psyche which is concealed from the ego, the conscious self. No matter how blessed, how felicitous circumstances may be, there are always monsters just outside the gates. I had such…
