We live a short distance from Braeburn Marsh. At this time of year female snapping turtles move from their habitat into open view searching for a suitable spot to lay their eggs. While partially concealed behind a tree I took these photos a few days ago. The common snapping turtle (Chelydra serpentina), its natural…
PHOTOGRAPHY is the paradigm of the inherently equivocal connection between self and world –its version of the ideology of realism sometimes dictating an effacement of the self in relation to the world, sometimes authorizing an aggressive relation to the world which celebrates the self. One side or the other of the connection is always…
The peonies are blooming. A short walk around the neighborhood is rewarded by a viewing of the color and variety of these blooms. A peony reminds me of fractals, when I examine one closely, an organic repeating series… Perhaps you are fascinated with fractals as am I. A fractal is Nature’s reminder that chaos…
Saturday came, and the opportunity to get caught up with a friend. We decided to visit Johnson’s Mound State Park in Elburn, Illinois which was only a few minutes away. A short drive would afford opportunity for conversation. Despite the use of a GPS we found ourselves without bearings in the rural countryside. We…
The Starbucks big room is quieter than usual. There’s not the usual hubbub of workers stopping in picking up iphone orders, moms and dads stopping by with kids amid early morning walks. I shouldn’t neglect mention of the runners, and the women who attend nearby yoga classes. All of these groups form a loose…
Didn’t have anything in mind that I wished to write this morning. Memorial Day brings mixed feelings. I do not enjoy the parading of grinning politicians, old soldiers, and vintage military equipment. We’ve not fought a war in defense of our country since WWII, the many since have been colonial wars to protect markets. …
These photos with the exception of the last one were taken, once again, in my backyard. The final and forth photo belongs in the series to offer a more complete “picture.” Why mislead and why be self deceived, that all is well? Perhaps, And all shall be well andAll manner of thing shall be…
Thursday. More mulch to spread, the last of ten yards. After more rain, the plants are “happy.” Happiness is about well-being is it not? I am compulsive about using the camera at this time of year. Each springtime is new, as if there has never been one just like this one. I do what…
Wednesday midweek, I reel at the news of another mass shooting. This time the slaughter was visited upon children (19 children and 2 adults) at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas. And the reason? Why there was no reason, in the classical definition of reason. A few of the causes: a society awash in…
It is a Sunday morning. A glorious day, sunlight, all vegetation shimmers after the inch or so of rain that fell yesterday. A squirrel aspires to “carve” a habitation from an old log in the middle of our woodpile, — to give birth to it’s babies. Yesterday the squirrel peered at me from the…
