Yesterday it occurred that I could attempt to write directly about myself. My posts have been indirect discourse about my life experience, about the makeup of my mind. I doubt that anything remains concealed. Philosophical ideas interest me, are worth writing about. Philosophy is not a frivolous word-game played by academics. Philosophy arises from…
Things do not change. They do not change as long as there is a market for a good pitchman. I was invited to listen to Dr. David Jeremiah, a current television preacher of some note. I agreed, not wanting to be rude. I was hopeful that I might learn something. Perhaps I’d discover a…
A friend posed the dilemma yesterday: what is the distinction between the real, and the unreal in a photograph? The three of us engaged in conversation love the challenge and the enhanced awareness which comes from viewing the ever-changing world through a viewfinder, or a LCD screen. A split second judgement “captures,” freezes the…
A few minutes after ten o’clock yesterday we left Eagle River. The familiar driveway through the woods, ice and snow covered, leads us to Zeeman Road. A late heavy snow makes this four wheel drive country, in mid March, the day before spring. I left with a sadness, and the satisfaction of memories of…
We join ourselves to the living world by artifacts of art and science— by made things. We are always going to be somewhat at fault, because we are ignorant, fallible, and small. The living world is larger and more complex than our works. The extremes of reality and of imagination, within the limits of…
I don’t think about the Devil much anymore. In years past, being raised a fundamentalist Christian, I believed that evil personified was bent on creating chaos in my life. I was given much advice from those who claimed “to know” about defensive measures. Some of these were: memorizing passages from the Bible, more prayer,…
Sunday morning a divine light reflects off a cover of deep snow. Several gown deer crossed the road well in front of my vehicle. I had to turn my head and look after them as they disappeared into the woods. One appeared to be a young buck. This is their time. They know spring…
We arrived yesterday afternoon. As always I am awed by the tall spruce, birch, and pine trees standing in deep snow for miles and miles. The bridge over the Wisconsin River revealed a frozen, snow covered surface except for a small channel of flowing water close to one bank. Three deer had ventured out…
Thursday. I am to drive north to Eagle River, Wisconsin today. My cell news feed this morning featured a article by Reuters. Congress is reported to be puzzled at why the FAA waited so long to ground the Boeing 737 Max jets, after other countries and airlines acted more quickly. A 737 Max jetliner…
A gray Wednesday, midweek morning with rain, the remainder of melting winter’s ice, —- and traffic hurtling, leaving a billowing wake of dirty mist. The Brits, some of them want to leave the EU, but cannot agree among themselves how to do it. It is likely the time will run out while they bicker….
