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My parents put a camera in my hands over 63 years ago and it developed in me an inner passion for collecting things I saw and felt ever since.  I built my first enlarger at age 11 and was then able on my own to share the entire process from …

Free Again —

All those feelings tucked away from years gone-by resurface and you are again free to give them life, to let them gush into the open without fear of ridicule or suppression. Your grandchild opens old doors to freedom and innocence that have been locked away. They are now permitted to …

Intentional —

Many years ago before the Global Positioning System (GPS) was perfected and became so prominent in aviation, not to mention life, we used the Inertial Navigation System, INS. Instead of geo-positioned satellites the internal equipment used fast moving, gimballed gyroscopes that sensed the movement of aircraft. Not always perfect, because …

Interesting!

I received a graduate degree in Management while attending the Air Command and Staff College some years ago and remember a two word statement that changed forever my approach to achievement.  The two word statement used by one of the professors was:  “Goal Congruence.”  Arriving at a consensus, especially in …

Separating —

Many years ago, hot and still, two miles to the gate and two miles back. The path was well known and provided wanted opportunity to clear the cobwebs, alone in my thought. No shirt and wet from exertion yet breathing comfortably, I passed south to the far gate. The turn …

Smorgasbord —

One of the definitions of Smorgasbord is: a wide range of something, a variety. There is no direct connection to food in this entry, but there is a sense of application in the word that conjures potential choice with all the precedent implications and follow-on ramifications.  At the table of supposed …

Saved —

This entry is based upon something that happened some years ago, but I remember the situation whenever fall and Thanksgiving come into my mind. It was Thanksgiving Day and my wife prepared the annual dinner.  As in previous years we had a number of family members at the house.  When …

Note to a Friend —

I thought quite a bit about our conversation last night. I understand it is hard at times being so capable and knowing it. It is not just being capable; it is the combination of the positive attitude about life and the knowing that anything is possible that creates the loneliness. …

Listening —

How can anyone know what is in another’s heart unless one asks with true intent and willingness to understand without preconception. But asking necessitates the unconditional willingness to listen. And listening is one of the most difficult activities that can be undertaken. Right intent as well as the desire to …

He Stood There —

My Father stood there alone at the airport as I was again preparing to leave He stood there staring at me as the call was made to board an airplane for the West Coast Part of a return trip to Korea to continue a command started seven months earlier that …

My Son Called Me —

My son called yesterday and asked if I would go to a funeral with him this afternoon. A very close friend’s father, a man he knew well and liked, died unexpectedly at age 66. This was the first time he faced loss this way and he just decided he did …

What? —

How do we deal with what we feel in the moment? How do we decide how we can best approach what is bubbling up from within, playing with the emotions, pulling us in many directions. How do we accept the voice within that seems to stand behind and nudge us …

The Bottom Line —

It’s unfortunate the push for the bottom line in business today robs the young future leader of his or her inheritance – integrity, honesty, loyalty, creativity and sense of responsibility.  Mature human beings, true leaders and mentors are not supposed to eat their young.

Safe —

The throne—the water closet—the rest room—the little boys room—the John—the Larry—the Latrine—the can—the washroom—the hiding place—the head—the pit stop—the reading room—the house of the crescent moon—the lounge—the growler—the bathroom—the potty —the crapper—the study—the privy—the facilities—the bank—the home away from home—the Loo—the cheek gasket—room of no return—match room—the gas can—etc. No …

Photography —

Photography is an art form; taking pictures is not an art form. One who uses a camera is not necessarily a photographer.  The art is the final portrayal of what the artist envisions, using the photographic medium. A photographer sees the photograph before the picture is taken.  A beautiful photograph …

I Gained and I Lost —

A number of years ago I purchased my first boat. The boat was a 13’ fiberglass canoe-like craft with extended sides and flat transom so it was really quite stable. I fitted the boat with a 5hp gas engine and an electric trolling motor that I would have to attach …

Apple Crack

Tin roof bends above my head Cold wooden floor neath the bed Drops fall heavy like stones they hit Storms angry advance candle lit Winds onslaught thrashes wall and limb Far orchard light leans lonely dim Clouds their grimace at each flash Windows shake as shutters crash Alone in mind …

Sandbox of Life —

As a child did you ever play in a sandbox? I mean the square kind with varnished wooden slat sides, maybe even a canvas top to act as a sunshade. Filled with sugar-like white sand, an inviting mystical place where brightly colored buckets and small shovels awaited innocent play. Did …