Out Of Focus…
Sometimes being out of focus is a creative thing. When in focus this flower is a beautiful thing but out of focus it becomes a play on colors. I love the combination.. Continue reading Out Of Focus…
Sometimes being out of focus is a creative thing. When in focus this flower is a beautiful thing but out of focus it becomes a play on colors. I love the combination.. Continue reading Out Of Focus…
This emblem I found on a 1953 Ford tractor at the Antique Tractor show is indeed a work of art. How come we don’t see things like this anymore? Continue reading Industrial Art..
I’lI try not to do it too often but I am gonna get kind of philosophical here. I ran across the following quote from my hero Woody Guthrie a while back. Ever’body might be just one big soul. Well it looks that a-way to me. Woody wrote thousands of poems in his life. Some he called lyrics and some he didn’t. This one, whichever it is, got me to thinking pretty deep. With ISIS and all that other terrorist stuff going on it seems like a big part of the world problems today is one religion fighting against another or … Continue reading One Big Soul…
A Snippet Here, A Snippet There.. Just a quick post this morning to give you an interesting picture of some pueblo art I found recently in … Continue reading Pueblo Art
A Snippet Here, A Snippet There.. I have a daily ritual that seems to be pretty constant. After I do my “morning business” I spend an hour or on the Internet to see what happened in the world in the last 24 hours. I am now pleasantly cruising over all the political news and most of the stuff from the Middle East. That stuff only gets me depressed… But one part of the morning exercise that I enjoy is reading all my blog friends posts. Unfortunately most of my buddies from the last half dozen years are no longer around … Continue reading I Miss You…..
Lillies are one of my favorite flowers and these are out early this year. Continue reading Lillies..
Last week I showed you the art that I found in the Oklahoma State house. This week let’s look at the architecture and statues. I was surprised to see all the native American art there. Native Americans do make up … Continue reading Oklahoma State House Again..
This is another story about my dad in his early years. This one is about his brothers and sisters and his relationships with them. When starting these stories one thing that became glaringly obvious was there is really no photographic record of the Walters clan. I don’t have any pictures of my aunts or uncles or even grandparents for that matter. They just didn’t seem to do pictures in those days. Maybe they were just too expensive? I inherited all the memorabilia of my parents and included in that was just a handful small photos and few legal documents. So, these posts on … Continue reading Sonny and His Sisters and Brothers
One of my favorite snacks is Halo oranges. They are tasty and easy to peel. It seems that all of them that I peel result in the rinds as shown above. I guess I am a creature of habit but it does have some creative aspects. In my mind it looks like an orange swan…. Continue reading Creative Peeling….
If you are a “wise” guy you can look back on your life to see where you have been and to learn lessons from past successes and especially the mistakes. This is one of those posts. I don’t think I am your typical senior citizen if someone like that even exists. I have been kind of a misfit at many times in my life. For one thing I am a pretty liberal guy where most “old people” I come across these days seem to be of a very conservative slant. As kids we are always asking “why”, why this, why that. Most of … Continue reading I Am A Rock, I Am An Island…
I lived in New Jersey for four years and visited there for thirty before that so diners were very familiar to me. When we lived there they became a regular eat-out place. We make an annual trek to a town near Indy to buy our Spring flowers and discovered this “new” diner near there. It is nice to see that the old is new again. Continue reading Ode to the Diner
They called my parents the Greatest Generation I guess because they grew up during the Great Depression and were steeled by World War II. This post is going to tell you some stories about my dad. My dad was born in 1923. I’m sure he never traveled further than Indianapolis, which was forty miles away, during his first eighteen years. As mentioned in a previous post his father was a pig farmer and that was probably dad’s total life experiences through his high school years. Belle Union where he grew up is almost non-existent today and was not much even in dad’s … Continue reading The Greatest Generation…
I just ran across this picture in my Lightroom database. It was taken about twenty years ago but still one of my favorites. It was taken in my backyard from three houses ago. Continue reading Foggy Morning..
For some odd reason I am particularly attracted to old large group pictures and boxes. Here are some boxes from the Patee House Hotel Museum in Missouri. Continue reading Patee House Hotel Museum – Boxes
My month-long hiatus from blogging a while back was more than just blogging. I pretty much ceased all my normal daily activity in favor of just doing what I felt like doing. Some days it was vegging out and some it was all day in the barn working on my micro-RV project of the last three years. And of course given that it was Spring, which is my favorite time of year, it was about sitting on my “mountain” and enjoying the view. One of the primary things I gave up during this period was keeping lists of my activity. … Continue reading No More Lists…